"...right."

Jaskier sighs, looking quite disappointed at the lack of the possible connection they could've made, before drinking some more wine. Anyone that knows him knows he's capable of carrying one-sided conversations for hours, but man, Geralt surely is capable of testing his conversational skills to the fullest. Maybe he shouldn't have texted his sister before coming, that's why he's thinking so hard about it.

Are you sure he is worth the hassle, Jas?

It's not like he can blame her for worrying. This wouldn't be the first time he fucked someone much older than him or even a parent. But this has been nothing like picking up a guy or chick at a bar that he shall never see again, or maybe he will but just for another fuck. It's been more... personal. Well, as personal as it can with Mr Grunt-for-an-answer.

Lizzie thinks he's infatuated with the mystery of a man that probably is just an old guy that likes horses, nothing more nothing less; and the more Jaskier drags this on, the more he'll be hurt by disappointment when the infatuation disappears after a good orgasm. Which is, quite frankly, too hopeful of her - Jaskier doesn't think he's getting that orgasm any time soon. So he'll stick to this mystery, this puzzle wrapped in golden eyes and big muscles, thank you very much.

"Then tell me, Geralt," he continues after finishing his first sandwich. "What do you do in your free time? That isn't horse related?"