"I'm not sure," Jaskier admits dazedly, his chest heaving as he sucks in air. His face is positively slathered in her, red and slick and he is grinning like the superlative fool. He releases one of her legs as she leaves him and rolls onto her side but the other he leaves on her ass, pinned between it and the sheets, pillowed against the softness of both.

"It's rather hard to tell, given how lovely everything is," Jaskier adds and chuckles, boneless and delighted. He spends another moment luxuriating before he pushes himself up onto his elbows and peers at her.

"If you had designs on penetration, I can still oblige. I've been told my hands are ideally narrow for...several different tasks...else I...do have musician's fingers. Deft and quick as they are."