Geralt blinked several times. Then, he turned and stared. Sorry-
"What?"
That couldn't be right. Geralt remembered that day. Posada, wasn't it? Yes, he'd stopped there after his last job had taken a sour turn. He hadn't bathed or used a razor in two days and the inn had been meant to be only a resting place. Somewhere he could recover before moving onto to the next town. It wasn't uncommon to find bards in taverns or inns and from time to time, Geralt would listen. Sometimes, because he had no choice. That day, however, was a first. He'd never been approached by a bard before. Especially not one looking for his opinion on their singing.
"Ah, was that your attempt at wooing me then? With bread in your pants?"
Jaskier was drinking quite a bit of that wine. To be fair, Geralt knew he'd distracted him. He was trying to be seductive over here. Guess he still had a few moves that worked. The witcher jostled his knee into the hand that had yet to make any advancements, just in case Jaskier forgot he'd left it there. Ah, but then Jaskier was pulling them back into serious conversation again. Geralt was tempted to try shutting him up. But he wanted to hear more about these feelings Jaskier was mentioning.
"I ...liked your music," he confessed after he stole the wine back and took a few chugs of his own. "Even if they were full of made-up hogwash." But that was the reason Jaskier had started to follow him, right? To bring believability to his music. Except Jaskier had a way of taking the truth and making it more than it really was. But that wasn't a good enough answer either, was it? "You were tenacious," he tried, feeling that was a good enough compliment. But when did the feelings start? When he did stop looking at Jaskier as a problem and more of something else? "You didn't treat me any different than you would have anyone else. I noticed that early on. It was ... appreciated."
This shouldn't be a complicated conversation. He ought to say it easily enough. So why was his mouth and his mind having such a fight right now with each other over the delivery? Well how about letting the first thing slip out without thinking?
"Did you want to fuck me before or after you found out I was a witcher?" Now he was lifting a leg and pulling Jaskier's between his thighs. Because it was easier to confess to physical desires than emotional ones.