To Geralt, woo was different than flirt-- Jaskier flirted with everyone. Every breath he had flirted with one thing or another. Touching, laughing, joking, constantly. To woo was different, though, that was openly courting someone, confirming that they were... being public and constant and involved. Geralt had no time for that, no inclination either. He and Yen--

Well it didn't matter, that. He still didn't want Jaskier swaning around him like some fool, especially if they were going to be on the road together.

Geralt's fingers slid up the outline of Jaskier's cock through the soft fabric of his trousers. "Then stop talking," he breathed, closer to Jaskier's mouth. It was almost a dare. The heel of his palm twisted and rubbed against the head of the filling sex under his hand. "And do something about it."