[Jaskier's smile back can not be called humble; it is anything but. But even if he should be god-touched at the moment, the warmth at such simple words is quite real, and rises in his chest.

Even if the pat on the back is somewhat detached for Jaskier, who thrives on simple touches, but he can't fault everyone for not being as affectionate as he'd like.]

You shall, indeed, should you spend enough time for me. It's inevitable.

[He nods at the appreciation, the crowd having long parted now, and despite the strange bumps in the conversation, it was a good one.] Of course, my friend. If you ever need an ear again, I am not so far.