[ Istredd's said it himself, he tends to fall into relationships, and he loves them, that much is clear, but there wasn't much wooing to speak of beforehand. Jaskier is a unique experience in multiple ways, including Istredd intentionally pursuing him. He's putting himself out there on purpose, trying to gain the bard's affection and interest by actions, not by existing in his space waiting for something to happen. This is a choice with action involved, and he's thrilled by it, and by Jaskier's easy, warm response. ]

All I have to offer is yours, if you want it.

[ And he is fairly certain that Jaskier does considering their intimate closeness and then the feeling of the bard's hand on his thigh. He clears his throat, flushing even darker at such boldness in public, but in no way against it. He feels internally a need to match that bravery, to encourage Jaskier in all his whims. ]

No, I feel like this may have been one of the smartest things I've ever done.

[ He asked Jaskier here, after all, he made the gesture, and it's working out splendidly for him. Istredd smiles at him, shy but sweet, and brushes his fingers into Jaskier's dark hair. ]

You are so beautiful up close, Jaskier. Your eyes, your lips. I'm sure you hear it all the time, so I hope I am not sounding too cliche.