Fine. It had been said, it was hard for both of them to talk about it like normal people, so it would suffice. Geralt actually found himself blowing out a breath and being grateful for it. He turned his head to the side at least so that this face were not pressed down against his knees and let his eyes close halfway as Jaskier began to carefully clean his back. It was easy to fall into the comfortable place of listening to Jaskier's words, letting them roll off of him like the occasional bathwater that was brought up for a rinse. Easier than considering what he must have put the man through to make him sidestep a compliment rather than crow about it.

"Good to hear that you haven't need to reconsider your occupation, then," Geralt said, voice slow but present. "Considering the state of things, I'd feared that perhaps you'd decided to leave your lute behind and become a tailor." A long-winded joke, but worth it if it contributed to the ease of tensions. He had to lapse into silence afterward, however, and catch his breath.