[And sure enough, a while later, there's a knock at Dylan's door and a bard on the other side of it. Jaskier greets Dylan when he opens his door with a wide, bright smile.]

Ah, look! He arises from bed after all, [he teases, pushing off the doorframe.] I thought perhaps you might decide in the time it took me to get here that sleep may be better given your fondness for it.

[And yet, even as Jaskier teases, he still leans in for a kiss. Chaste and sweet as one hand finds the small of Dylan's back.]

I'm pleased to see you've chosen otherwise.