[ Thinking he must have said something wrong — the word catchy does not come to mind — Blake spends too many seconds in his head analyzing the shift in demeanor to even refute the unspoken assumptions. On paper, he's far more eloquent than he sounds, and were it not for a solid six months of despair upon his arrival, he might have caught on even quicker to Jaskier's pointed appreciation. Instead, he's tipped further off-guard. ]
What? No, I— That's not— what I was here for—
[ (Although...)
Blake clears his throat and this time there is no hiding his discomfort, although it's unlike the rest: He laughs, maybe a little charmed by the direct approach, and scrubs at his nape like a man caught. He really wouldn't mind one bit under normal circumstances (far from it), but it's not the reason he came. ]
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What? No, I— That's not— what I was here for—
[ (Although...)
Blake clears his throat and this time there is no hiding his discomfort, although it's unlike the rest: He laughs, maybe a little charmed by the direct approach, and scrubs at his nape like a man caught. He really wouldn't mind one bit under normal circumstances (far from it), but it's not the reason he came. ]
Geralt. You seen him 'round lately?