[He can read a room quite well, so while he lays a hand on her arm he doesn't yet return the kiss with a full, passionate display. The faster they get to drinking, he should think, the better she might feel.
Jaskier lightly closes the doors behind them, lighting the bottles on a table he drags a bit closer to the couches. A bit of magic has him summoning two crystal glasses, and a bit more has the cork rising free from the bottles. The finest vintage he can get in the Free Cities without having made it himself.]
Or you have terrible luck. [That might not be helping. He takes a seat, holding a hand out to her to join him.] What's he done, love? Has he said something to you? Commented on your work?
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Jaskier lightly closes the doors behind them, lighting the bottles on a table he drags a bit closer to the couches. A bit of magic has him summoning two crystal glasses, and a bit more has the cork rising free from the bottles. The finest vintage he can get in the Free Cities without having made it himself.]
Or you have terrible luck. [That might not be helping. He takes a seat, holding a hand out to her to join him.] What's he done, love? Has he said something to you? Commented on your work?