[Hardly rumours at all. But Jaskier is so open with everything he does, the idea that someone would not approach him for the reasons so many do simply doesn't rise into his thought process. He hardly hides that Nadine is his primary lover -- but they also share those who are willing to share. Not to mention his music fans, several tavern workers, the flutist and drummer he's played with in the past, the artists in Libertas...

Ah. So that's how it is.

Jaskier takes Blake's hands, holding the gloves -- they really are quite lovely, ans especially so because they were made for him -- and closes Blake's hands over the gloves. The bard kisses him on the cheek.]

You hardly need one when you have an invitation. [Which is what that kiss is. For him, it's as casual as one can offer without pushing a boundary.] But I understand what it is to crave perfection in your work. Oh, if anyone knows, it is me. And with this... I want to see your own perfection.