Eskel: What are you doing?

Geralt, plucking the lute furiously: Trying to learn how to play a song on this dumb thing.

Eskel: Jaskier finally developed your love for music?

Geralt: No, we had a bet. I said I can learn one song on the lute before he could learn ten moves with a sword.

Eskel: ...But Jaskier knows how to fight with a sword.

Geralt, snorts: No, he doesn't.

Eskel: Yes, he does. Lambert taught him.

Geralt: ?? When??

Eskel: Last winter, I think. And he's pretty good at it, to be honest.

Geralt: ...Fuck.

Eskel: What do you have to do if you lose?

Geralt: *sigh* Tell everybody we meet on the road for the next month, that Jaskier's my romantic partner.

Eskel: Seriously??

Geralt: Yeah, pretty fucking stupid.

Eskel: Geralt. Can't you see??

Geralt: See what?

Eskel: The reason Jaskier is asking you to pretend you're together.

Geralt: I told you, it's because he's stupid.