Geralt & Caroline
Geralt stared a bit when he saw the dress. More specifically Caroline in that dress. His mind immediately imagined how it would look tossed on the floor in the corner of the room, and his grin got a little more deviant.
His suit was at least more comfortable than the damn court garb Jaskier had shoved him into once.
"We definitely shall," he said with a smile for her then escorted her out.
The ball was already going by the time they got there. Geralt restrained a sigh. This was for Caroline. He'd be tortured for her. This wasn't far off. "Do you want a drink before we dance?"