Geralt suddenly had Jaskier's full, completely undivided attention. To a degree, he knew the witcher's threat to hold him down was intended to be a playful one. Here in the kitchen, it was unlikely that Geralt would follow through with it. At least, not to the extent that Jaskier would have wanted. Nonetheless, the warning caused him to perk up, those wide blue eyes staring directly at Geralt's face.
Jaskier was once again obedient for a short time, remaining motionless until Geralt tickled his ear. Only then would he squirm - or at least tried to, since the witcher's sturdy hand had a somewhat firm grip on him - and attempted to bat away that wandering finger. "Hey, hey, come on, that's not fair --"
That previous comment hadn't gone unnoticed, though. And while it could have just been a throwaway statement, Jaskier couldn't help but be curious. So once he had recovered from giggling and moving about from being tickled, his attention returned to his boyfriend's face. "A bit more, hm? What do you want to haggle out of me? Do you want me to give Roach a bath? Or do the laundry? Don't say more training days, I'm exhausted enough as it is."