He laughs at the bad taste comment and captures her mouth in a proper kiss. It's a slow and soft one, wanting to simply bask in being with her and melt under her affection.
"Mmmh, we do know all about good taste. After all--" His hand descends on her thigh as he speaks, and he squeals when he touches the still fresh ink. He had forgotten about that. Jaskier stares down at his black hand and lets out a heartfelt- "Fuck."
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"Mmmh, we do know all about good taste. After all--" His hand descends on her thigh as he speaks, and he squeals when he touches the still fresh ink. He had forgotten about that. Jaskier stares down at his black hand and lets out a heartfelt- "Fuck."