[Hm. Debatable. Though Jaskier thinks he'd be wrong; personally, he thinks of himself as very reliable. And look, Ciri agrees! So. Thus together they override any dumb opinion Geralt may have.

(He does like hearing it. A lot.)

Jaskier grins at her, perhaps a bit too coyly.] What? And forgo the experience of bragging about your exploits? How will I ever manage? I had ballads planned!

[It's definitely a tease with how his voice nearly turns sing-song-y. He reaches over to her hair and tucks a stray piece behind her ear, while magically summoning a little bunch of white flowers and bright green leaves in her hair -- matching the tint of the former, and the bright irises of her eyes. It's pushing the sort of walls they still maintain between them, but Jaskier is eased into his whims by a heady combination of alcohol and drugs that are getting progressively stronger. And she's much less likely to be mad about it than Geralt.

Maybe it doesn't fit a vampire, but he thinks it's fetching all the same.]

I won't tell a soul, I promise. And you had better have a very good time, or I shall be quite upset.