[Jaskier lifts his arm when he's nudged, allowing Dylan to tuck himself in close while his nails dry. But at the insinuation that he isn't already head over heels for Jaskier, Jaskier's nose crinkles, and his free hand is placed over his own heart as though Dylan's delivered a fatal blow.]

You're going to fall for me? I gave you a wonderful night, a song, and all my best charm, and you still haven't fallen for me? [Jaskier scoffs a little with his mock-offense, shaking his head.] Either you are the most fickle person I've ever met or you're full of absolute shit.

[His hand comes away from his own chest and he waves it dismissively.]

Regardless, I'm generous enough that I'm more than willing to make him the most envious man in all of Hell at the very least. Perhaps across all the possible worlds if you're kind to me.