[He rounds the Witcher, sipping at the bottle once it's offered, his hand sliding over his shoulders.] Then perfect. You have no plans.
[And he waits. He can feel Geralt bending and giving in before he answers, because they both are well aware how he sleeps when he doesn't, and how there is no point in waiting for it to return. Maybe it's unfair to bully him now, right after waking up from... whatever it is that woke him. Jaskier, however, is only doing what he thinks will be best. For all three of them.
He smiles, leaning in to kiss the Witcher's cheek as he hands back the wine.] I knew it. And she certainly will be soon.
[Because right now he's mentally sending her a message, reading: He said yes, of course. I told you there was not a chance he'd say no to the both of us. Get your coat ready, my dear.] However, I insist you drink a bit more before we go meet her. [He pats Geralt's arm, squeezing a bicep. (He can't help himself.)] Loosen up a little. It's good wine, isn't it?
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[And he waits. He can feel Geralt bending and giving in before he answers, because they both are well aware how he sleeps when he doesn't, and how there is no point in waiting for it to return. Maybe it's unfair to bully him now, right after waking up from... whatever it is that woke him. Jaskier, however, is only doing what he thinks will be best. For all three of them.
He smiles, leaning in to kiss the Witcher's cheek as he hands back the wine.] I knew it. And she certainly will be soon.
[Because right now he's mentally sending her a message, reading: He said yes, of course. I told you there was not a chance he'd say no to the both of us. Get your coat ready, my dear.] However, I insist you drink a bit more before we go meet her. [He pats Geralt's arm, squeezing a bicep. (He can't help himself.)] Loosen up a little. It's good wine, isn't it?