[Jaskier may already be snaking his arm around Hector's before he gets the official go-ahead on it. He cannot imagine something more fun than dragging his lover to something completely stupid, like fondling a fake artifact. If it's fake.

Look. If it isn't, he may be able to use whatever added benefit it provides. So it's a win either way.]

I make it a habit to at least get one pervert's rocks off on the daily. [He teases, perhaps caressing Hector's hand with his own while he says it.

Then he groans, abrupt.] What? Why is there a queue for this sort of thing? How long could it possibly take to rub a ball?

[He's leaving himself open there, yes.]