With and without his close, such a sight. Such a man. They come in many sizes and like fruit have their appeal and flavor. He reminds her of no other person. It's perfect. And she could love him for that alone. There are piling reasons beyond that. Yennefer won't sort through them any time soon. She is too distracted. Jaskier is lean, muscles wiry and close to his frame. Handsome, and smooth like a carved statue in a garden. The rakish grin on him is less angelic, less cold.

"My voice is not made to entertain as yours." With a turn of her head she kisses his skin too. Pretty, pretty thoughts from her songbird.

The last proposition gets her to straighten up and look him in the face. "You--would you like that?" Her smile is wide and a renewed mischief makes the chaos in her blood rush. "I could be ever so careful, as gentle as you would ever need." Now that they are face to face again, her hands frame his jaw and she gently smears away some of the slick, just a little. It doesn't matter because she is kissing him for such an appetite.