[Jaskier takes it because he's known for years that Geralt will always relinquish. He always has. The wine is crisp and delectable, especially out in the cold ocean water. It makes it all the better when the alcohol warms him against the sea.

Besides, it's not like he's going to get drunk and drown out here. One bottle of wine hardly does much anymore.]

Cocks, a lady's lovely contrapunctum, breasts, bollocks. I have predilections towards all, thank you, and you well know that.

[Though he happens to be with Geralt's cock right now, attached to the rest of him, and that seems quite important now. While he's let go of the wine back to him, Jaskier takes his other hand and pulls him a bit closer.] Geralt, if I didn't know you so well, I'd say you were being flirtatious with me. An absolutely shocking turn of events, if you ask me.