[Jaskier barks a laugh, mostly because Blake isn't wrong on a very technical level; it's only in, what, the last year? Year and a half? That the old bastard has learned even how to ask for help. It's not favours. That is not how Jaskier sees it -- whether about being bait for Rience, or finding Ciri, or taking her to Kaer Morhen. It's help.
And that's growth. Even in an hundred and seventeen or whatever year old Witcher.]
Not from most people, to be sure. Geralt has always carried his own burdens, even to his own detriment. [That's simply the truth. It was almost nearly always to his own detriment, actually.
He snorts, but he does smile. Blake has observed him enough -- or bothered enough -- to discover the core of the Witcher. It's not rare, exactly, not in this world... but it is enough of an effort to make an impact on Jaskier. Either way, he hardly thinks this Blake is a threat to Geralt. The only thing to use against him now is information. It would be a waste, pretending he didn't know where he was if he was, indeed, sent by the Portham Hall authorities.
And maybe Jaskier finds him amusing, and his accent adorable. It's not the hardest to appeal to his fancies when they're whimisical, and his mood mercurial.] Don't think I don't know what you're doing. [But it is working.] Even if I did believe in them, I don't need your favours. [He drums his fingers against his cheek. Still, he's handsome, and he feels genuine enough.] If you know about the mines, then I suspect you can find Geralt quite well indeed, as long as your horse is strong enough to make it there. I expect you'll send him my regards.
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And that's growth. Even in an hundred and seventeen or whatever year old Witcher.]
Not from most people, to be sure. Geralt has always carried his own burdens, even to his own detriment. [That's simply the truth. It was almost nearly always to his own detriment, actually.
He snorts, but he does smile. Blake has observed him enough -- or bothered enough -- to discover the core of the Witcher. It's not rare, exactly, not in this world... but it is enough of an effort to make an impact on Jaskier. Either way, he hardly thinks this Blake is a threat to Geralt. The only thing to use against him now is information. It would be a waste, pretending he didn't know where he was if he was, indeed, sent by the Portham Hall authorities.
And maybe Jaskier finds him amusing, and his accent adorable. It's not the hardest to appeal to his fancies when they're whimisical, and his mood mercurial.] Don't think I don't know what you're doing. [But it is working.] Even if I did believe in them, I don't need your favours. [He drums his fingers against his cheek. Still, he's handsome, and he feels genuine enough.] If you know about the mines, then I suspect you can find Geralt quite well indeed, as long as your horse is strong enough to make it there. I expect you'll send him my regards.