[Jaskier stares at Sephiroth.] What does that even me -- you know what, never mind. Yes, how did it go?

[He imagines the two of them would be a rather good team if they could find enough sparks in their minds together to use the traps effectively. Thought affectionately. Sephiroth is strange and brooding, but he's extremely attractive, which makes Jaskier think well enough of him. He may be staring a little.

Godsdammit. Hector really was spot on about that white-haired thing. Embarrassing, the more he thinks of it.

He blinks, stretching out his legs with a turn towards Geralt.] Geralt! What kind of fool do you take me for? [No.] It doesn't matter whether we asked him when we took the job. [When Jaskier took the job and roped other poor bastards into it, moved by a man who's lost his muse after Jaskier, too, has suffered from the loss of his muse (which was the muse's fault, by the way.)] What matters is the leverage we have in asking for our reward because we are now in possession of his very beloved bird. The man will give us anything we want!

[You know, within reason.

No, he never asked.]