Blue eyes watch Geralt's face closely, trying to find even the smallest of muscle movements for a reaction. Geralt seems to really like the marks on his neck, so this should be a good gift, right? Then again, he doesn't care much about jewelry and other pretty things, so maybe-- Bring your cloak. Oh. Well then.

Jaskier has never put on clothes so fast in his life, not even when a cuckold husband caught him in the act. He looks down at the brooch with the biggest smile on his face, a smile that almost reaches his ears when Geralt's hand stays for longer than it should. There is the gesture in Geraltese he's been looking for! Gift choosing mission has been a success!

"Yeah, yeah, we're being sneaky, I know. Let me enjoy it while I can." His scent overwhelming sweet now, Jaskier grabs the witcher hand on his chest and brings it to his lips to kiss the knuckles, then pulls to bring Geralt with him towards the desk. "Have you chosen a route according to these suspicions of yours, then?"

Once Geralt takes the chair, Jaskier doesn't hesitate to sit on the witcher's lap, cloak and all. He picks the bowl of stew and takes a bite, only to try and feed Geralt next. Sharing is caring, and after learning about the whole fishing deal, he's feeling rather more romantic than usual. He knows there won't be much of this on the road, so he'll try to indulge in the little Oxenfurt time he has left.