Finally able to pet and paw at him she combs her fingers through his hair. It's lifted and more wild than she has ever seen. Yennefer can almost feel his heart beating through his chest. Magic sensitivities or Jaskier has worked himself up so very much. Or both. Each breath and each kiss a gift. She feels rich with them. Her fingers leave his hair to cup his cheek. Feeling, hearing and tasting his laughter it is like she has never sobered up.

"You are the sweetest of creatures," so thoughtful and so giving and content with his pains. They say artists like to suffer. This is likely not the situation intended for idioms. Is it truly suffering? He is so flush again. Perhaps when they are truly spent and are not laying in ruins she can ask of his artistic process. What does and does not make its way into song?

Yennefer's legs press in a kind of embrace to his arms. "Take me again." A man with not only a good sized manhood but time, attention and awareness to what makes a lady swoon? That renewed energy, snapping forward has her shiver and fight not to roll her eyes back."However you like. For you. I have seen enough to understand that it will be pleasant." With the ring, without the ring. She wants everything he is willing to give.