A neutral sort of hum, neither a confirmation nor denial.
Jaskier screams into the pillow again, and this appears to be a new habit of his-- yelling his lungs out into something that muffles the sound to release sexual frustration. To be honest, it's a far better solution than going out to fuck the stable boy, so Geralt can live with the increased possibility of getting a pillow thrown at his head. He's had worse things thrown in his direction.
Geralt raises one eyebrow as the bard turns pink and mentions the thought of it, and the other joins it when Jaskier's hand makes a very obvious pumping motion at cock-height. He perhaps oughtn't be surprised that Jaskier took care of his own tensions in such a way after the fact, but it's a bit different to be told as such directly to his face.
(He does not, and by gods never will tell Jaskier about the times when their inn rooms had been adjacent and he either had not had the coin for or there simply wasn't a brothel available, and he had been able to hear everything that the bard had done with his conquests through the thin walls. He had relieved tensions of his own, telling himself that it was nothing more than a simple biological response.)
"If you've thought about it in her presence," he says, trying not to think too much about how appealing the flush on Jaskier's face is, "she likely already knows. She can read minds, Jaskier."
So... there's probably nothing to bother hiding? It may not be much of a comfort to the bard, though, knowing that his terrible secret is likely not a secret at all. And, really, Yen had given him a number of cutting, knowing looks when he'd been staring a little too intently at the bard, so a number of Geralt's secrets are likely not secrets to her, either.
"And she would kill the both of us for suggesting it to her, so you'd hardly need to worry about your performance."
Geralt crosses the room and takes the pillow away from Jaskier, tossing it to the other side of the bed. Then, with that half-exasperated, half-amused tone that the bard is so familiar with,
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A neutral sort of hum, neither a confirmation nor denial.
Jaskier screams into the pillow again, and this appears to be a new habit of his-- yelling his lungs out into something that muffles the sound to release sexual frustration. To be honest, it's a far better solution than going out to fuck the stable boy, so Geralt can live with the increased possibility of getting a pillow thrown at his head. He's had worse things thrown in his direction.
Geralt raises one eyebrow as the bard turns pink and mentions the thought of it, and the other joins it when Jaskier's hand makes a very obvious pumping motion at cock-height. He perhaps oughtn't be surprised that Jaskier took care of his own tensions in such a way after the fact, but it's a bit different to be told as such directly to his face.
(He does not, and by gods never will tell Jaskier about the times when their inn rooms had been adjacent and he either had not had the coin for or there simply wasn't a brothel available, and he had been able to hear everything that the bard had done with his conquests through the thin walls. He had relieved tensions of his own, telling himself that it was nothing more than a simple biological response.)
"If you've thought about it in her presence," he says, trying not to think too much about how appealing the flush on Jaskier's face is, "she likely already knows. She can read minds, Jaskier."
So... there's probably nothing to bother hiding? It may not be much of a comfort to the bard, though, knowing that his terrible secret is likely not a secret at all. And, really, Yen had given him a number of cutting, knowing looks when he'd been staring a little too intently at the bard, so a number of Geralt's secrets are likely not secrets to her, either.
"And she would kill the both of us for suggesting it to her, so you'd hardly need to worry about your performance."
Geralt crosses the room and takes the pillow away from Jaskier, tossing it to the other side of the bed. Then, with that half-exasperated, half-amused tone that the bard is so familiar with,
"Any other revelations for me today?"