[Jaskier's brows rise, followed by a smile that stretches far too wide to be innocent. Make that two immature man-children.]

Oh, my darling, there's an idea. [He tips his head back against Hector's as they gather close like conspirators. And lovers. Lovers slash conspirators.] Shall we bet on it? Whether I can offend the sensibilities of a Thornean in such a time limit?

[Now, if they're to make pondering an orb fun at all, he can only see betting and turning old men on as a double win in fun. Besides, he's far overdue to pull Hector into some mild trouble. Surely they will simply label Jaskier as a sort of wild, untamed whore.

He would love that.] If you win, I'll give you a free ticket to satisfying any craving you have in the moment.

[Jaskier thinks that's very generous indeed.]