[Hmm. He hums in assent, knowing it must be true. He isn't much sure of what, exactly, sort of hole Geralt has so hastily dug himself into in regards to Yennefer, but he will discuss it, whatever it is, when he wishes. Just as he's done tonight.
Jaskier's lips quirk, a solid warning to either his teasing or his flirtations.]
No. Mog has been fed for the night and, I imagine, he will soon discover his bed and lay in it for the next twenty hours. [It is not an exaggeration that Mog spends more of his time sleeping than awake. Which, honestly, is quite helpful to a man who rarely stays still.]
How about I give you a tour of some of the bedrooms? I even added a few decorations I think you'll like. You're more than welcome to bring the bottle with us. It's not as if it'll go empty here.
[After two decades, sometimes you can take a hasty guess at what, exactly, your friend could use from you. Including a solid distraction. Or a solid fuck. Either way.]
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Jaskier's lips quirk, a solid warning to either his teasing or his flirtations.]
No. Mog has been fed for the night and, I imagine, he will soon discover his bed and lay in it for the next twenty hours. [It is not an exaggeration that Mog spends more of his time sleeping than awake. Which, honestly, is quite helpful to a man who rarely stays still.]
How about I give you a tour of some of the bedrooms? I even added a few decorations I think you'll like. You're more than welcome to bring the bottle with us. It's not as if it'll go empty here.
[After two decades, sometimes you can take a hasty guess at what, exactly, your friend could use from you. Including a solid distraction. Or a solid fuck. Either way.]