It feels too intimate to listen to the tender way Jaskier speaks to Geralt. Sharing the bard's body is one thing, but it's the way Jaskier calls his brother back to bed that makes Eskel blush and turn away until Jaskier addresses him directly.

"Mm. Seems so." He says, heaving himself over to the bed unsteadily. "Somebody got me drunk. Now move over." He says, depositing himself gracelessly as soon as there's space.