[Jaskier laughs lightly, licking his lips as he sits back to watch the Doctor move about the room like a wound-up cat. Was it that good? Or has the poor man not been kissed in far too long? He likes that. Likes the idea that he's the first in a good, long while, for his strange, sphere-hopping friend.

He waves a hand.] Oh, I don't. Worry not.

[And he's humble to boot!]

I can't say I hate having such an effect on you. [Yes, he's practically glowing with it, actually.] Don't worry, I'll still give you a plant. Any that you'd like. And perhaps it won't be the only thing I leave growing in your hands?

[That could mean a lot of things.]