"And I'll sing it for you many times more." He replies with a soft voice, clearly touched by what she said. "I have hundred of stories to tell you, and I shall share them all with you, if it pleases you."

Including the ballad he wrote for the betrothal of her parents, which Calanthe never allowed him to sing. Anything related to the white wolf was forbidden in Cintra and it used to pain Jaskier, not only because those are the songs people expected from him, but also because he wanted to give at least a little piece of Geralt to his Child Surprise during all those years. He doesn't say any of this aloud, not yet, not when he notices the change in her expression. They'll have a proper chat later, and she can choose how much she wants to hear from him.

Her question makes him throw his head back and laugh - oh, she's perfect. She'll be so good for Geralt, he can already tell.

"Oh, princess, you don't know half of it! But worry not, I'm quite good at taking care of him in return. Go finish your studies, you can trust me with this mission." He stands up and brushes his knees before turning to Geralt with a grin that isn't innocent at all and winks. "Let's take you to bed, shall we, my dear witcher? I actually may need a nap too."

It's when he turns to leave that he notices Vesemir is still in the room, making him hesitate for a second before finally speaking up.

"I brought vodka for everyone to share - a thank you gift." And some books for the library, but he thinks it may be too soon to drop that bomb. "We shall go through our supplies after resting, but I'm sure a wolf nose could easily found it if any of you wishes for an early taste."

He throws Geralt a look then that says take me out of here before I do something we all regret.