If Geralt notices Jaskier's sudden bashfulness, he doesn't comment on it. The fact that he is a soft bastard is a poorly kept secret at this point, in no small part due to the endless ballads lauding his kindness and nobility (as much as he might dispute the latter). How's a man to keep his reputation when the most popular bard on the Continent keeps writing songs painting him as a defender of the innocent and slayer of evil? And no amount of arguing would make Dandelion change his themes.

The conversation moves to Lambert's new flame, and, well. Jaskier, like Dandelion, undoubtedly loves gossip, and hearing about how the littlest Wolf has managed to net himself a sorceress after she saved his life would be right up his alley. It's not as though it's a secret, anyway. What's the harm?

"At least for as long as she'll suffer him," Geralt says. "She's a sorceress, and saved Lambert's skin when Kaer Morhen was besieged. He was--" probably about halfway to hard by the time she had finished talking, "--impressed. He's been trailing after her since she asked him to help."

And not a single djinn wish required. It's a better love story than his and Yenn's, that's for certain. And if Lambert is happy and Keira is, somehow, content with a lover who can be an unbridled bastard, than who is Geralt to judge? His own love life has been nothing short of an unmitigated disaster for the past several decades, and only now has settled into something stable.

"It's good that he's found someone again. He's less of a prick when he's getting laid."