I bathe, thank you, and it's even in my own home! It's... it's different, that's all. The water pouring down on you in those baths, the soaps and oils... ah. They'd been decadent.

[Dragging Geralt into them had been rather nice, in retrospect; Jaskier wasn't in short supply of handsome men, but he wouldn't forego admiring those around him.

Of course, the fact he pulled him out of a cage to bathe him out of desperation had severely limited his enjoyment of the experience.]

Only because he's a twat. And offered me nothing. I was helping run things, you know, between all of the Summoned. When we only had each other, and tiny children trying to incite open rebellion. [His smile is only a bit grim. He's long since assumed that Coraline girl has vanished. The numbers appear to be growing as time goes on.] Ugh. I was asleep. I heard nothing. Venerable? Please! Venerably an ass-kisser is what he is.

[A Jaskier once scorned is scorned forever.] You probably like him, don't you? Peas in a pod, the both of you.