Yennefer being offended at being second place is actually a lovely mental image that Jaskier enjoys for like two seconds before realizing that to achieve that he would have to tell her about his family life, and there's no way he's giving her that kind of ammunition. The fact she takes jabs at his aging already hurts enough.
(Some day he won't be here to pick the pieces she leaves behind after meeting with Geralt, and he'd rather not think about that.)
That hint of a smile already tells him no, Geralt doesn't care that Jaskier used to be one of those nasty little nobles, and that's a huge relief. So the teasing is well received, even if it kinda comes with an insult in it - Jaskier had told him some banter is fine, and he meant it. It means he can playfully-insult and throw pillows back!
Anger slowly leaving his body (gosh, Geralt is so good at influencing his emotions), he chuckles. "If one day you're short of coin, I'll gladly pay you to punch him in the face." A pause. His tongue peeks out again. After playing with the room keys for what it feels like an eternity (it's actually a couple of seconds), Jaskier comes closer, puts a hand on Geralt's chest and quickly kisses his cheek before whispering. "Thanks for listening. And understanding."
Too much? Who knows, but he won't be staying to find out. As soon as he's done with his little flirting attempt, he's turning around to finally open the door to the bedroom - there's no much light in, curtains are closed. But enough light filters through for even a human to notice it hasn't been lived in a long time, although it has been cleaned at least. All furniture is fancy and designed with artistic carvings - the desk and chair, the bookshelf, the closet, the trunk at the end of the big canopy bed. The curtains, too, have beautiful patterns painted on them, and there are paintings hanging on the stone walls.
Jaskier ignores it all for now, he just runs to the bed and lets his body drop on it, burying his face in the incredibly soft pillows.
"...ouch. My body may've not liked that." It doesn't sound like he cares though, he looks comfortable. "Come, Geralt, appreciate what a real bed is like before I drop the rules on you and you decide to ignore me."
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(Some day he won't be here to pick the pieces she leaves behind after meeting with Geralt, and he'd rather not think about that.)
That hint of a smile already tells him no, Geralt doesn't care that Jaskier used to be one of those nasty little nobles, and that's a huge relief. So the teasing is well received, even if it kinda comes with an insult in it - Jaskier had told him some banter is fine, and he meant it. It means he can playfully-insult and throw pillows back!
Anger slowly leaving his body (gosh, Geralt is so good at influencing his emotions), he chuckles. "If one day you're short of coin, I'll gladly pay you to punch him in the face." A pause. His tongue peeks out again. After playing with the room keys for what it feels like an eternity (it's actually a couple of seconds), Jaskier comes closer, puts a hand on Geralt's chest and quickly kisses his cheek before whispering. "Thanks for listening. And understanding."
Too much? Who knows, but he won't be staying to find out. As soon as he's done with his little flirting attempt, he's turning around to finally open the door to the bedroom - there's no much light in, curtains are closed. But enough light filters through for even a human to notice it hasn't been lived in a long time, although it has been cleaned at least. All furniture is fancy and designed with artistic carvings - the desk and chair, the bookshelf, the closet, the trunk at the end of the big canopy bed. The curtains, too, have beautiful patterns painted on them, and there are paintings hanging on the stone walls.
Jaskier ignores it all for now, he just runs to the bed and lets his body drop on it, burying his face in the incredibly soft pillows.
"...ouch. My body may've not liked that." It doesn't sound like he cares though, he looks comfortable. "Come, Geralt, appreciate what a real bed is like before I drop the rules on you and you decide to ignore me."