As every person that has talked to him for more than five seconds knows, Jaskier has a huge mouth, and he puts his foot in it often. Believe it or not, he's aware of this.
When the entire table reacts to his comment in rather shocking way, Jaskier has to curse under his breath. Has he outed someone by accident? Fuck, that would be awful. He doesn't want to be that mind of careless asshole, and most importantly, he doesn't want to hurt anyone like this.
Luckily the conversation goes on rather quickly, preventing him from panicking. Jaskier sighs with relief - Eskel and Geralt don't seem to be shaken by the idea that Lambert could possibly date a man, they are just surprised that Lambert has someone they don't know about. Alright, alright, he can work with this.
"First of all," he replies as he raises a finger. "I'm not a horse, I'm a peacock."
Because of course even at times like this he has to defend his friendship with Geralt.
"Second of all--" He raises another finger as he meets Lambert's pissy look with a glint on his own blue eyes. "-drinking buddies? That's what you are calling the way you and handsome bearded bloke were undressing each other with your eyes? Bloody hell, you're worse than Geralt."
Time to give his attention back to Eskel. Jaskier puts both his hands on the man's bicep this time, and his chin on top of them. "Please tell me you aren't an oblivious himbo too," he begs with his best puppy eyes. "I'm starting to lose faith in this family."
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When the entire table reacts to his comment in rather shocking way, Jaskier has to curse under his breath. Has he outed someone by accident? Fuck, that would be awful. He doesn't want to be that mind of careless asshole, and most importantly, he doesn't want to hurt anyone like this.
Luckily the conversation goes on rather quickly, preventing him from panicking. Jaskier sighs with relief - Eskel and Geralt don't seem to be shaken by the idea that Lambert could possibly date a man, they are just surprised that Lambert has someone they don't know about. Alright, alright, he can work with this.
"First of all," he replies as he raises a finger. "I'm not a horse, I'm a peacock."
Because of course even at times like this he has to defend his friendship with Geralt.
"Second of all--" He raises another finger as he meets Lambert's pissy look with a glint on his own blue eyes. "-drinking buddies? That's what you are calling the way you and handsome bearded bloke were undressing each other with your eyes? Bloody hell, you're worse than Geralt."
Time to give his attention back to Eskel. Jaskier puts both his hands on the man's bicep this time, and his chin on top of them. "Please tell me you aren't an oblivious himbo too," he begs with his best puppy eyes. "I'm starting to lose faith in this family."