[Jaskier sputters a laugh. Oh. Oh, gods, he doesn't? No, no, he'll get back to that. As it is, he's stretching himself out, just a little, to give Istredd a bit more to look at, his hand propped up on a hand.

Bold doesn't really cover it. Always thought he may be a bit knockered in the head, actually, considering some of his previous decisions.]

Triss, is it? I've only met her very, very briefly, but I'm not surprised to hear everyone knows everyone and never shares the information. [And now she's gone from Abraxas, too. Along with the likes of people that had meant much more to him -- but he knew the loss had been a great one to Geralt, at the time.

Jaskier smiles, leaning in to draw his hand over Istredd's lovely little jawline.] You should be very happy your dancing wasn't so bad that it put me off fucking you. [He gets a little thrill saying it, but honestly, who wouldn't want a piece of Istredd? Look at him.] Now, it's a funny story, because I do know how Geralt and Yennefer met, because I was there. And it's exactly as wrought and overdramatic as you can imagine. I've never seen Geralt turn into such a dullard as he does around her. [He tips Istredd's chin up a little.] Possibly the same way you do around her, as well. She has that power over men, doesn't she?