That's adrenaline. Jaskier made a face over that. "Fine, suck the romance right out of it," he spoke dryly. Though he couldn't stay sour for long. He'd have to be blind not to notice Geralt's gaze washing over him. Speaking of adrenaline.
That rush only intensified as Geralt drew the very point he was trying to make and Jaskier had to fight the urge to backpedal. Or run away. The witcher looked surprised. Was that bad surprise? Good surprise? Freaked out surprise?
"I - You see - the thing is -" Usually, he was so eloquent. But Geralt was looking at him like that and Jaskier wasn't sure what to say. Like all he words he'd had planned just vanished from his brain, leaving him awkwardly stuttering, until, "Yes."
Yes what? Jaskier pulled himself up to a sitting position, sighing and looking down at Geralt. Why was this so difficult? "Yes. With me. Maybe not now, if it's too soon.. but eventually?" The hand that had been touching Geralt's arm moved to touch his cheek, as if this could somehow bestow him with more bravery. "I don't want to kiss anyone else. I just want you. But.. I know Yennefer is here and.." Jaskier swallowed, sensing he was drifting into uncomfortable territory, "Expecting you not to kiss her would be selfish."