Is it his imagination or has Geralt's heartbeat gotten a little bit faster? Jaskier's tongue peeks out again - damn, the signs keep coming. No assumptions, he reminds himself. It's okay to let hope flourish. We'll get there. Since Geralt seems okay to have Jaskier's hand on his chest, he keeps it, chuckling at the comment.

"Of course it'd please me! I still can't believe you thought I wouldn't want to go to Kaer Morhen. So much for me to see and learn, Geralt. I'll write a ballad to honor your home, and your brothers as well. Many reputations for this bard to fix. But don't worry-" A wink. "-you'll always be my favorite."

It's not too flirty, is it? Jaskier isn't sure where the limits lay anymore, but he's slowly learning that they're incredibly fun to blur them. He had always been afraid of it before, of losing this precious friendship over it, but Geralt is open to it so... may as well play to the rhythm of this new song.

"Is this a yes to going to Oxenfurt then? As a bard's muse, you'll be well respected. By staying at the university, we'll have food and bed for free. And if you want to avoid the sewers, I'm sure the fishermen will have something for you to kill at sea. Or you could do your own fishing, this time with less djinn in it."

A joke. It feels good to be able to tease Geralt like this again, it's a balm for his soul. Congrats, Geralt, the everlasting babbling is back.