The water rises with another occupant in the tub. It now sloshes across Yennefer's collarbones. They are far, far more comfortable with one another than before. Her eyes are half-lidded in the warm bliss. "I would have asked for two baths but not only would that have taken longer....what fun would it be?" Trying to suss out how they fit and get clean accordingly in a bathtub of this size is only a problem that the lowborn dream of. Yennefer dreamed of this once upon a time. Now she prefers to live her every want as it comes.

Jaskier only sports the oil on his posterior. His enjoyment is important but he does need to be clean too. The tray is not so far away. A stretch and they can reach every offered salt, scrub and soap.

"Oh is that what they are saying now? So many, many whispers for you. Is it a hobby to collect them?" She can't keep a straight face for that nonsense. Though every word is true in this case. An invitation that was taken without so much as a pause. The bard is a bold one, she already knew it. Somehow experiencing him first hand is filled with surprises.

She sits up on his thighs with such an ease. Jaskier is taller than she, heavier than she and a man. Yennefer casts such a shadow that remembering herself, remembering that with power she is still a small woman... that can be terrifying. With the bard she is unafraid. "Me? What a notion. Why would I ever think I had a chance with a man of such principle and talents?" Her voice is low and attempting to stay scandalized.