The eyeroll is the perfect reaction, but Jaskier doesn't have time to enjoy the moment and be smug about it because the man is retaliating. The gaping fish mouth makes a comeback and, for once in his life, Jaskier is left speechless for more than two seconds. He takes it back, this is no angel or sweetheart, this is 100% an arsehole.
"YOU!" An accusatory finger is pointed at Geralt, pick still in hand. "ARE A SUPREME WANKER!"
The guitar is put down with care, but Jaskier stands up hastily, hands moving to his hips as he looks at Geralt with the most offended face in the world. How dare he! Some teasing about silence he could almost get, but this? The nerve! His talent is what is paying this visit in the first place. And the arsehole looks so pleased about it too!
"We're not going anywhere until you take back what you said about my singing!"
Because there's no way he's having a totally-not-romantic ride alone with this guy after what he said, no matter how sexy he looks when leaning those thick legs against the fence like that. Ugh.
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"YOU!" An accusatory finger is pointed at Geralt, pick still in hand. "ARE A SUPREME WANKER!"
The guitar is put down with care, but Jaskier stands up hastily, hands moving to his hips as he looks at Geralt with the most offended face in the world. How dare he! Some teasing about silence he could almost get, but this? The nerve! His talent is what is paying this visit in the first place. And the arsehole looks so pleased about it too!
"We're not going anywhere until you take back what you said about my singing!"
Because there's no way he's having a totally-not-romantic ride alone with this guy after what he said, no matter how sexy he looks when leaning those thick legs against the fence like that. Ugh.