[Both Mog and Jaskier appear perfectly satisfied with their touches, their bodies stretched out and relaxed. If Jaskier was truly self-involved, he may even be afraid Mog was beginning to mirror him.]

Oh no. That sounds like labour. I'll be sure to be elsewhere, out of the way. Perhaps I can come by and bring you coffee! In encouragement.

[Being an errand boy is much easier.

Jaskier gives him a natural, easy smile, and because he enjoys surprising Alucard, he leans over and plants a kiss on his cheek.] Believe me, my friend, the pleasure was all mine. It was a wonderful night.