[Not "this" time? While it's far from unheard of for Geralt to not mention his friends -- a bit like he forgot to mention Dean dying, the stupid git -- Jaskier can't help but suddenly be eyeing Blake much less lazily than before, though he doesn't allow his expression to change. Had Geralt slayed some monster for him at some point? And not told him? Jaskier really will wring his neck one of these days.

Favors. Ideas. They're not very Geralt-y things. And Blake's found a very unfortunate time to ask him about Geralt; while normally he'd only be a modicum bothered, now the questioning feels outright suspicious. With Geralt being imprisoned and working in the mines for what he did, and refusing to tell the Free Cities what, exactly, he did --

Why, this could be a Free Cities agent right at his doorstep! How quaint. Usually people torture him when they want things from him.]

Best friends. [He pointedly offers, once again drawing up to prop his head on his hand, fingers tapping his cheek as he smiles at Blake, barely blinking as the drinks hit the table.] Oh, I hardly mind, don't worry. [He's an expert at picking himself up again when he needs to, because now he's... curious.] Well, I hate to tell you he's currently out of the city. If you need a message passed along to him, I'll be happy to help.

[Which is certainly opposite to his not his manager line. He draws a finger around the lip of his drink.] Perhaps you can tell me these favours you owe him. The idea that anyone should think they owe Geralt anything is very... fascinating.