[The laughter is infectious, and Hector can't hold back a rumbling chuckle at Jaskier's mercantile considerations. Good for him, making sure he gets paid.

Of course, then Jaskier brushes a hand in his hair and the touch feels electric. Hector suddenly wishes they weren't in a crowded tavern room, so there could be more than these fleeting, flirty touches.]

Me? [Oh, right, questions. He shakes his head.] No, I want to work, but no good comes of being well-known in my profession. If too many people know what I can do, it'll get back to someone power mad who wants to use my forging for their own gain.