Geralt had many skills he could boast of. Cooking wasn't one of them. He knew enough to be able feed himself and any others if he had to without killing them. When it came to adding flavor, however, Geralt had no knack for that. But there was a new skill that he had picked up on recently that he was beginning to excel at. Catching Jaskier's attention had become a sort of game for him. One that he liked to play a lot more often than he would have thought. And he'd become very good at it. It had taken a lot of experimentation and he wasn't perfect at it yet but he was learning.
For one, Jaskier was naturally very affectionate. It had been off-putting when they had first met. There hadn't exactly been much of that sort of thing in the witcher's life for a very long time. Reacquainting himself with physical attention had been a learning experience all its own. He was even startin to vocalize said affection.
"Life's not fair, beloved. Stop wriggling or you'll ruin my beautiful work," he pretended to chastise. "I'd hate for you to end up looking silly and then I'd only kiss you half as much." But it was impossible to say that with a straight face because Geralt knew he wouldn't stick to that at all. He already wanted to kiss him now. It was sweet of Jaskier to sacrifice his good lucks just for Ciri.
Geralt met Jaskier's gaze and held it as he smirked. "I could exhaust you in other ways that you might like better."