Were she literally anyone else, Jaskier might've been inclined to tease her. To point out the coyness of her invitation, to tease her about enjoying his company, but that felt like it would be...unduly cruel. Instead, Jaskier sipped his juice and considered her. He was given to lingering after trysts, probably too much so--he had outstayed many a welcome...but he didn't think that would be a terrible problem, this time.

"If there is such luxurious bedding to spare, who am I to refuse?" He replies and sets his glass aside as he offers her a hand. The bath is steaming already and he is certain that ten minutes spent in carnal disarray is long enough for anyone's taste.

"Now, I insist you allow me to wash your lovely hair," Jaskier added and his request was earnest. His own hair never grew much longer than his ears--it became unbearable for him after that. He had always liked to--washing long hair was a guilty pleasure and hers was so terribly soft and curling.