"No particularly important he says!" He throws his hands in the air as he huffs again. "As if we hadn't spent the past two decades discussing the utter importance of details!"

Which has always been a quite one-sided discussion, but hey, details.

Honestly, it's quite ironic when one thinks about it. Jaskier is getting offended for his own very nosy sake, because while Geralt biting the striga is fucking amazing (kinda nasty too, but mostly amazing), it is not a detail he would've included in the song. It would've crept people off, made them even warier of Geralt aka the exact opposite effect he wants to achieve with his songs. Especially this song in particular, which he spun into a story about the salvation of a soul. Which isn't a lie, to be fair, but as usual, he exaggerated the details and went more for emotions than the actual action for a change.

Geralt reaches out to grab him and, judging by that sigh, Jaskier thinks he's about to be moved to a side so the witcher can access the file... he couldn't be any more wrong. More casual affection - this is a thing they do now, and it delights him. He thought he'd have to wait more for Geralt to get comfortable with it, yet Geralt keeps surpassing his expectations.

"And you like it," he replies with a chuckle as he rests his hands on Geralt's shoulders. "How dare you be cute when I'm mad at you? This is cheating, my dear. Unscrupulous, treacherous cheating."

Yet he doesn't do anything to stop it. He likes it when Geralt scents him, not only because he's a slut for the mutations, but also because it's incredibly romantic. To have a lover enjoy your very raw, natural smell? What else can a fool in love ask for? Not to mention the stroke to his ego.

"I love you. And I love every part of you, fangs included. Promise me you won't file them while we stay here. Please?"