Wrapping his arm around Yennefer, he tugs her impossibly and possessively close. Her pincers will be at the ready, surely, but he’s doing this for the greater good! The witch will boil him until his skin has peeled from his bones and throat and left him without his vocal cords—but it will be absolutely worth it to see this mongrel of a man put in his place by… him.

Clearing his throat haughtily, he glares at the man with the offensively thick moustache that does nothing for the shape of his nose and indignantly declares, "That’s my wife you’re speaking to! Speak with respect, I demand it!"

On second thought, as the man lunges towards him, all bulky and big-shouldered and very much appearing like the size of their sweet butcher, Jaskier huddles behind Yennefer and thinks it would be best that his very competent and intimidating wife fight her own battles.