Jaskier stands up and slams the table with his hands, probably hard enough to sting a bit. Well, that really tells Geralt everything that he needs to know about alternate universe-him and the orgy in the tub-- namely that it didn't happen. And apparently Jaskier takes great offense at the idea that it did happen in one world. He's a bit confused as to whether the main problem here is that Geralt got to fuck Tea and Vea while Jaskier didn't, that Geralt fucked an actual dragon, or a combination of both.

"Well, I didn't know he was a dragon at the time," Geralt says, as though that makes things better. Or as though that makes a difference? After all, Borch is a sentient creature and older than Geralt, if he wanted to bed a scarred up witcher, who's Geralt to tell him otherwise?

"Technically, he invited me to his rooms, so I suppose it's more accurate to say that a dragon fucked me. He was interested in new experiences, so I'd imagine that bedding a witcher was new for him."

Because it isn't as though anyone would've wanted to sleep with him for other reasons, and it's not as though Geralt had high standards. Borch offered him good conversation and treated him well, why not fuck him if he wanted to?

"Dandelion's flirtations went terribly, though." Geralt reaches over with the bottle and tops Jaskier's glass off. "I've heard that he's supposed to be fantastic with women, but I rarely see those skills. He tried to tell Vea that she had a neck like a sexy goose, what was he thinking?"