Yennefer likes the sound of his laugh actually. Listening to it peal through the room and make their tub into an ocean of waves. It does carry quite a bit. He is the most smiling and laughing of sane adults she has come across. That's saying something. Her travels have taken her to so many kingdoms. Though it was already established he was quite the individual.

His eyes are still laughing even as no more comes from his mouth. Lip to lip again, pressed and soothing. "I wasn't joking about talent." And that is sealed with another kiss.

No true ear for music nor verse he plainly has an appeal. Folk have learned the words and tune enough to sing along. Maidens--well tonight one maiden--weep for his words. The source of all that is here with her.

"Take care, I don't aim to ruin. Accidents happen." Yennefer's smile has a sharpened edge. Ruin him for lesser women encompasses many, many women. Just because she wants everything doesn't mean that she will possess it. And even possession is a fleeting state. She tries not to let her own line of thinking sour the mood.

"...will you really clean my hair?"