Saints, Jaskier! [ Ciri stares at him, wide-eyed and flustered, uncrossing her arms again almost immediately with the urge to fidget and not sure what to do with her hands. She grabs his arm, tugging on it like it might be the off-switch to whatever nonsense is coming out of his mouth. ]
I would never-- I'm not--
[ Oh, no. Jaskier's seen through her. Seen what, exactly, it's difficult to tell -- but it's something, the way he's emphasizing his words suggestively. The fact he's a succubus doesn't help. Nor does the fact that he's right. ]
Well, I... I did ask someone to meet me here. When they are ready to come to the party.
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I would never-- I'm not--
[ Oh, no. Jaskier's seen through her. Seen what, exactly, it's difficult to tell -- but it's something, the way he's emphasizing his words suggestively. The fact he's a succubus doesn't help. Nor does the fact that he's right. ]
Well, I... I did ask someone to meet me here. When they are ready to come to the party.