"And weren't you just saying I was overdue for a visit to Oxenfurt?" It all falls together so nicely. And with events being what they are in their country, any manner of amusement should be pursued. "I would like to see you win."

Soap in hand she takes to gliding it over her arms. "Have you seen the step that is supposed to be Zarrikanian? Overly elaborate stepping with, wide legged with a head movement? I cannot keep a straight face. How do these things come into fashion? I see that that dog Marx is one harbinger." At least it comes with music.

Yennefer gently pushes from Jaskier. "Would his lordship like a wash as well? You've been so very, very attentive." And not at all shy with how he enjoys to touch. The bath is still warm and their fingers are not utterly pruned. She slips the bar of soap over her breast to clean under her arm.