He gives her a strange look, then--not one that disagrees, but one that's caught between confusion and novel surprise, as though the possibility honestly hadn't occurred to him. He has to extricate his hand to free his chemise but, once that is hauled over his head, ruffling his already bed-tossed hair, he takes her hand again and undoes his trousers with his free fingers. Those he shimmies out of and, ah, but he is still a mess.

"Gallant she calls me! Invites me to her bed and a cozy bath?" Jaskier says in a falsely scandalized whisper as he steps into the tub alongside her. It is not a large tub, it was well within his ability to maneuver, but there is space for them both so long as they do not mind one sitting in the other's lap. Jaskier, being the heavier of the two of them, opts to draw her into his once he sinks into the water.

"Why, Yennefer, if I didn't know any better, I would think you were trying to seduce me," Jaskier announces quietly, and falsely aghast, into the space between her cheek and ear. Her hair, where it touches the water, is already gathering into dark, shiny locks.