[Jaskier kisses Hector's cheek, and it isn't sexual, or flirtatious. It's... loving, like the kiss is the full point, not the lead-up to other activities. It's not the first time the bard has done something like that, but Hector can't imagine ever getting used to it. It's not something he should ever take for granted.

He swallows, not even knowing how to convey what he feels in that moment. If Jaskier wanted an army, Hector would build him one. If Jaskier offered a ring, he'd take it. If Jaskier asked for the world, Hector would find a way to seize it for him. But Jaskier's affections aren't conditional upon any of that. He seems to enjoy Hector's presence, and offer up his affection for no other reason than that. It's terrifying. Hector absolutely isn't worthy of that.]

Then I will fight for you as well. Any man with the misfortune or the staggering misjudgment to harm you will regret it. [Regret it to their grave and beyond it.

He takes Jaskier's hand. He's had his fill of drink for now.] Have you found lodgings for the night?