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A sigh slips from her lips as she rolls her eyes at his inquiry. She was no stranger to the way bards sought information for their ballads. Be it through word of mouth from others or witnessing events themselves, details were always important..even if the facts were tweaked for their own amusement.
“Why do you wish to know? Are you going to write a song about the heated wild sex we had after nearly escaping the wrath of a djini?” She dared to challenge him and his wit as the corner of her own lips curved whilst she lured her own glass to her lips, “I can give you the details in full, but for a price.”
After taking a slow sip of her drink, she looked towards the bard beside her, “How important are details to you?”
“No,” Jaskier replies with a sigh that carries far too much weight to be made of air. “I’m not going to write a song about it. Even if it is deserving of one. By the gods,” he muttered scandalously, taking a long drink of his wine. It was only by its power that he allowed himself to rest his head on the shoulder of the terrifying sorceress, after all. It was the same power that loosened his tongue enough to ask about Geralt’s more private adventures, combined with more than a little bit of heartbreak.
“I just want to wallow and torture myself with what I can’t have,” he admitted, staying true to his penchant for dramatics. At least, like that, he could pretend he was playing it up for a laugh, preserve his dignity a slight. Although, with how the bard met Yennefer, there wasn’t much of it left. Not that she left men with much in the best of circumstances.
