Jaskier constantly being referred as “the witcher’s whore” by Geralt’s enemies and instead of getting mad, just pitying the men for their poor imagination and inability to think about a more epic adjective for him.
Until someone calls him “cheap whore”, and Jaskier, all dressed in his fancy clothes, with his elvish lute and his soft, smell-like-flower hair, goes all “EXCUSE ME? I’d be a very expensive one!”



















