Excuse you. [Except he's laughing when he watches this impatient irritation cross Geralt's face, even in between his insults, to the point it loses any stern tone it may have had.] She has called me incredibly strong. And sexy. Multiple times.

[Jaskier leans in and kisses him, allowing the jerk of his hand, but he makes sure to bite Geralt's lower lip rather hard for being so fucking pushy about the whole thing.

Let a man fuck his friend at his own pace, all right?]

If only you were so complimentary. [He pushes his fingers inside, prepping his friend with an indelicacy contrary to the purr of his words.] It would truly be worth writing songs about.