[ in response to the light ribbing, jaskier lurches forward as if he might nip at geralt's lips, but knowing the witcher's speed and stamina, he'll no doubt miss. still, that doesn't stop him from raising his arms, one hand holding the chamomile soap, and wrapping them around geralt's neck. ]

Mmhm.

[ he watches as geralt watches his lips, his lashes lowered just enough to seem sultry without trying. his hands, meanwhile, start moving, dragging the soap across geralt's shoulders and over his chest as he begins to create suds on firm pecs and strong muscles. then, pushing himself up just a little, he whispers in geralt's ear. ]

You're going to get me so filthy, fill me up so much, and leave your scent all over me. That way everyone knows who I belong to.