He sighs as he takes his seat. The boxes beneath him creak just a bit and, for some reason, that little sound has a smile on his face.
"It's alright, truly, you were justified. I knew how you'd dislike my burst of chivalry even as I did it," Jaskier admits and looks a bit rueful. "That stupid look he gave you, the insufferably handsome one as he looks up from your hand--"
It's strange, he sounds both disgusted and simultaneously nostalgic. Even Jaskier finds himself unbearably saccharine in moments like this. He huffs a breath and shakes his head.
"That was the look that snared me," he admits like admitting to an embarrassing drunken moment. "He surely did it just to make me angry and, by the gods', it worked. It's the stupidest, least alluring bit of ham-fisted seduction, and I'm embarrassed on both our behalves for how I let it get under my skin."
He leans forward, then, and braces his elbows across his knees.
"If you need an item of his, well, we needn't track him down," Jaskier admits and winces just a bit. "I believe I still have a memento or two--my fondness will be the death of me, I swear it--and you can have the lot of them if it will help."
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"It's alright, truly, you were justified. I knew how you'd dislike my burst of chivalry even as I did it," Jaskier admits and looks a bit rueful. "That stupid look he gave you, the insufferably handsome one as he looks up from your hand--"
It's strange, he sounds both disgusted and simultaneously nostalgic. Even Jaskier finds himself unbearably saccharine in moments like this. He huffs a breath and shakes his head.
"That was the look that snared me," he admits like admitting to an embarrassing drunken moment. "He surely did it just to make me angry and, by the gods', it worked. It's the stupidest, least alluring bit of ham-fisted seduction, and I'm embarrassed on both our behalves for how I let it get under my skin."
He leans forward, then, and braces his elbows across his knees.
"If you need an item of his, well, we needn't track him down," Jaskier admits and winces just a bit. "I believe I still have a memento or two--my fondness will be the death of me, I swear it--and you can have the lot of them if it will help."