Jaskier starts a bit, turning his soppy smile to the woman behind him, and blinks in open confusion at her entreaty. The people...songs? Oh--OH! His expression goes crestfallen and he looks back at Yennefer, desperate and confused. He has to break away from this to sing.

He has the countenance of a kicked puppy.

"Do you mind?" He murmurs into the space between them--the barmaid is terribly uncomfortable at his back, fidgeting and trying not to look directly at them. Were he sober, he would not blame her for her discomfort. "I won't be but a moment."

It is a promise and an earnest one, told with his whole heart--he wears it on his sleeve, along with his newfound regard. His hand still has not left her soft hair, his thumb slides carefully, gently, tentatively across the swell of her cheek.