[Jaskier's smile is private, but quite knowing. He senses Blake wants to prove something to him, though they're still drunkenly stumbling up the path of getting to know one another. He's not sure what that is beyond his apparent skills in tailoring, but he is eager to see it nonetheless.]

I can be patient for what is important. This, I think, is utmost.

[Jaskier releases the gloves back into Blake's care, stepping back with a little spin as he turns back at that last offering. Though there's so much he could ask for, nothing comes to mind... until, he thinks, that Blake would be a perfect candidate. He knows Geralt already. And Blake's already here to receive the coin bag Jaskier has set aside.

His lips curl up, vulpine.] I do have something you could do for me, come to think of it...

[What's wrong with setting up a little date when the point is to give to charity?]