[ give it just a bit longer, and sam will catch on to just how little jaskier wants to be the one making the decisions. how little he wants to be thinking at all. he's not far from this realization, as he has his arm around jaskier's waist and he walks them, easily and comfortably, down the alleyway.

they're not far, thankfully. only a few more blocks. and the night air, while dry, is just warm enough to be comforting, rather than biting.

sam absolutely sees the way jaskier's head ducks at the compliment, absolutely can tell the near-bashfulness of the movement. it has sam grinning, which in turn becomes a bit sheepish as he feels jaskier lean into his shoulder. ]

I think something like turtle-dove. My nana used to say it, and I can guarantee no one 'round here is speaking Cajun. [ his voice is light, bouncing. almost like laughter and also not quite, but it is easy and it is playful, as he tucks a quick, light kiss to the side of jaskier's head. perhaps his temple, perhaps just the top of his hair. ] So no one else can steal it.