Most would likely take that with a bit of offense or at least some uncertainty as it's almost but not quite a backhanded compliment. But Jaskier stands a little straighter and his smile is a touch brighter, visibly pleased. Jaskier knows that a near-backhanded compliment is a compliment from Geralt.

"Oh, c'mon now," Jaskier says as he meanders his way back to Geralt. "Don't start in with that again. Not that I don't appreciate it, but it does get to be a bit embarrassing when you go on and on about how much you missed me and how terribly dull life is without me and you have no idea how you managed to carry on this long.

"I'd offer you a hug to make you feel better, but you've been..." he gestures vaguely to the hell horse to indicate both feeding and touching the thing, browsing pinching slightly. Listen, he doesn't want to chance getting raw meat or remnants thereof on him. Call him fussy if you will, but it's not that unreasonable to him! "You know. Plus, you have your image to uphold. Could you imagine the scandal? Geralt of Rivia asking for a hug?"

Jaskier shakes his head as he pats Geralt on the back.

"I don't think a single one of my songs could undo that damage."