The flavor has changed, melting and becoming new and lush. Yennefer drinks his kiss even though it is slow and more measured than what was in the tin cups. She already feels warm and quickly drunk. Jaskier is a brilliant kisser. Why is she surprised?

Inviting him here was to assure safety from angry tavern patrons. The layers of intention below that were of a more carnal desire for the touch of his hand and music of his laugh. One word like an incantation and her heart is in his hand.

Everything.

Hope, gold, faith, jewels, love, title, patience, property, forgiveness, friendship, desire...everything, everything, everything. The list is long.

And the answer to the question is at the top of her head. "I want you," their eyes meet and burn with the same fire. "Stay with me tonight." Her hands have slipped to smooth over his chest and find the silvery, smooth buttons of his shirt. "Let me take care of you." Care is one word meaning another, her tongue slipping over his bottom lip and their lips crashing together once more.