[Jaskier looks between him and the flower, taking it and carefully tucking it behind his ear -- only growing it a bit more so it will not fall from its placement. A bit much for a single flower is laughable, but Jaskier is warmed by Istredd's attempts to woo him. Even if they are fumbling, they feel all the more sincere for it.]

I haven't seen one since I was a god. Or -- that's the only time I recall it. So I suppose I've never really seen one. [He places a palm on Istredd's chest, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.] Thank you. It's lovely.

[And red is surely his colour. It doesn't even clash with his outfit.] Istredd, you mustn't be so formal. I don't want you to think I'm only doing you a favour. [He lifts a hand to his cheek, cradling that lovely, strong jaw.] I wanted to see you.