Jaskier's mind didn't stop at realization. He was picturing it now. Vividly. And that brought a flush to his cheeks. It wasn't like he had never been intimate with Geralt before. But that reversal in power, that permission to put his dear White Wolf in such a vulnerable state.. Forcefully? Jaskier had goosebumps prickling his arm at the idea..
The kiss Geralt gave him was not nearly enough to satisfy that sudden itch for physical attention. Fake goatee or not, he wanted another, and leaned in to press one more loving kiss to the witcher's mouth. Which, of course, did not taste great. It also transferred some of that ink onto Geralt's face, which caused Jaskier to giggle.
"Fine, fine, after dinner it is.." Spoken with a high level of anticipation in his voice. Jaskier knew he'd have fun celebrating Ciri's birthday, but in the back of his mind, he would eagerly be awaiting dessert.