"I can stay still," Jaskier assured with a huff, leaning in so that Geralt could begin. It was astounding how the bard could be so incredibly self-aware in some areas and so incredibly not in others. And to his credit, he did stand still for a short while, even reaching out and placing his hands on Geralt's hips in order to keep himself steady.
However, thirty seconds in, Jaskier would abruptly jerk away. He had realized he forgot to set a timer for the chicken dish that was currently in the oven, causing the ink pen to drag across his cheek. In his defense, ensuring that dinner was acceptable was the priority here, right? The goatee could be fixed.
Once the timer was set, Jaskier trotted directly back over to his boyfriend, as if he hadn't immediately proven Geralt's statement to be correct. He leaned right back in, letting the witcher proceed and maybe fix that one stray line across his face. Honestly, Jaskier wasn't trying to be difficult. He didn't actually mind the drawn-on goatee, especially if Ciri found it amusing. He was just.. really bad at staying in one spot for an extended amount of time.