He neither argues with nor corroborates Jaskier's assertion-- just hums at him and waits for him to take a seat again. He sits near again, their sides pressed together and Jaskier's hand again scandalously high on his thigh. The bard drained his wine quickly, so Geralt gestures to the serving girl to get him another.
"Back to our rooms already?"
Technically, yes, Geralt would want to be somewhere significantly quieter than the dining hall right now. But the ale is quite good, and he'd eaten several bowls of that seafood stew while Jaskier had been performing-- it's good to not have to worry about the cost of keeping his stomach full-- and he could stand to linger for a little while.
"You must think me easy." Mostly because he is, but that's not the point here. Really, he's more interested in making sure that Jaskier is well fed and watered before they go back, but it's also a nice change of pace to tease the bard for once. Turnabout is fair play. "Perhaps I want to make you wait."
He turns his head towards Jaskier, his nose brushing against against the bard's hair; it gives him a chance to breathe in more of that mix of flowers and sweat and wine, with the faint, warm undertone of arousal. It's headier than the wine that Jaskier gets another glass of and grounding amidst the conflicting sounds and scents of the dining hall. Like a safe harbor in a storm.
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He neither argues with nor corroborates Jaskier's assertion-- just hums at him and waits for him to take a seat again. He sits near again, their sides pressed together and Jaskier's hand again scandalously high on his thigh. The bard drained his wine quickly, so Geralt gestures to the serving girl to get him another.
"Back to our rooms already?"
Technically, yes, Geralt would want to be somewhere significantly quieter than the dining hall right now. But the ale is quite good, and he'd eaten several bowls of that seafood stew while Jaskier had been performing-- it's good to not have to worry about the cost of keeping his stomach full-- and he could stand to linger for a little while.
"You must think me easy." Mostly because he is, but that's not the point here. Really, he's more interested in making sure that Jaskier is well fed and watered before they go back, but it's also a nice change of pace to tease the bard for once. Turnabout is fair play. "Perhaps I want to make you wait."
He turns his head towards Jaskier, his nose brushing against against the bard's hair; it gives him a chance to breathe in more of that mix of flowers and sweat and wine, with the faint, warm undertone of arousal. It's headier than the wine that Jaskier gets another glass of and grounding amidst the conflicting sounds and scents of the dining hall. Like a safe harbor in a storm.