[Jaskier's eyes light up. Not as if he has an idea for that sort of offering -- he certainly does not -- but it is extremely attractive of him to sound so fierce and dangerous.]

Hector, my dear, you are an absolute gem. I'll keep it in mind, but you needn't worry. I'm far more likely to hurt myself. Er. Not intentionally, I might add.

[After all, Jaskier is the most charming creature in Cadens, and does not suspect he'll be getting into any fistfights on the street. (Except over Hector's reputation, should it come to it.)

It was a quiet date, but a good one. He's come out the other side understanding a bit more of his necromancer company, which is all he could've wished for.

His hand curls gently in Hector's; their calloused hands are rough in different ways, but the hands of men who have worked long years.] I'd saved enough coin from Thorne to afford an inn room for my little company. [He lifts a curious brow, a bit hopeful there's an indication of invitation in the question.] And have you? Are you wishing for a bit additional company?

[Because they're here. Together again. And he's quite eager. This whole escape has been stress and a wreck on his nerves. Even a quiet night with company alongside him would be a balm.]