[ A grunt comes back in return to that. If any fun was provoked out of him, it's gone now, and Geralt has returned to a comfortable vaguely brooding form over his ale and a platter of meat and cheese.
Sort of? His amusement only grows. He can smell Julie on Jaskier (because Julie has a distinctive sugary-sweet scent to her that's not hard to discern), but that's only to be expected given Julie has taken it upon herself to greet nearly everyone. That's not why he's brought it up. ]
She gave you more than a drink.
[ And she's the only one he knows of who's prone to doing that. It isn't important, really; Jaskier is still clearly himself, just...a bit more of himself. He's more imagining what the combination of Julie and Jaskier together is like. There are some similarities to be had. ]
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Sort of? His amusement only grows. He can smell Julie on Jaskier (because Julie has a distinctive sugary-sweet scent to her that's not hard to discern), but that's only to be expected given Julie has taken it upon herself to greet nearly everyone. That's not why he's brought it up. ]
She gave you more than a drink.
[ And she's the only one he knows of who's prone to doing that. It isn't important, really; Jaskier is still clearly himself, just...a bit more of himself. He's more imagining what the combination of Julie and Jaskier together is like. There are some similarities to be had. ]