[Jaskier is very aware that when someone doesn't immediately refute something he's said, they agree. And of course Sam thinks he's adorable; the man's carrying him to a bed like it's their wedding night.]

Yes, yes. I'll be sure to take very good care of you, and that snoring beast out there. [He says as he's already pulling blankets up around his shoulder, curling up on his side. His vision swims in that comforting pull towards sleep. Geralt will be all right. They'll all be all right.

He stills, opening an eye. He means to say, I'm not a child, Sam as if he needs a reminder. But, to be honest... it's very sweet. It's very Sam. If anyone else did this, it would be completely incomprehensible.

He pulls the blanket over his head with a sigh.] Get out of here already, or I'll never go to sleep with your eyes on me.