[Jaskier's smile is definitely flirty now. Sorry, Hector. He's gotten several drinks in him, he's sad about Geralt, and you've been too nice. It's so easy to fall into that, if only for a moment, where he feels comfortable.]
Oh, don't worry. I trust you.
[Well, not entirely, of course, but enough that he doesn't suppose something a bit bigger than an undead frog would be dangerous.
Annd... since Hector's been such a lovely sport about it all (and he fucking can't help himself), Jaskier lifts his hand and attempts to kiss the back of it, if the forgemaster allows it.] Then I'll make sure to come calling when we have a spot of free time.
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Oh, don't worry. I trust you.
[Well, not entirely, of course, but enough that he doesn't suppose something a bit bigger than an undead frog would be dangerous.
Annd... since Hector's been such a lovely sport about it all (and he fucking can't help himself), Jaskier lifts his hand and attempts to kiss the back of it, if the forgemaster allows it.] Then I'll make sure to come calling when we have a spot of free time.