[Compared to Geralt, Hector is practically a dandy. He's met the man now, and acknowledges all the more Jaskier's saint-like patience.]

Oh, the concern is conversation? [He teases.] You're confident with everything else entailed.

[He spares the tavern sign barely a glance as he follows Jaskier in. One alehouse is as good as any other until they've had a chance to actually try them out and experience their service.]

Oh, I can fill you in, but it will get ribald. After a day on your feet, performing, wouldn't you like a pair of lovers to lay you down and care for your every need?