Eskel has the decency to look a little sheepish, sure that the way he's flushed and breathing with unmistakable, if mild exertion.

"Have fun running The Killer!" He calls teasingly after his brother in arms before the door closes and he's alone with the bard again.

"Old habits, couldn't keep our hands to ourselves." He says to Jaskier, careful to breeze past exactly how much that brief intimacy had meant.