Her own face is as much of a mask of innocence as she can make. She is ready for a push back. It does not come. If it weren't already a test, she would start to tell him he is such a good and kind lordling, so gracious to a lady. Instead she bats her lashes. Violet is not a common eye color and she can gather why they are said to do things like twinkle or sparkle. She is just looking at him.

"I'm so very inclined. Yes." Both arms open for him to lay where he likes. "Did you choose anything for yourself downstairs? A salt or treat?" Her hands dip below the water to feel over his legs. Yennefer is seated crosslegged and is happy to reach wherever. Jaskier's trim body is so lovely to hold, lovelier to lay waste to. "I did say anything you like. I meant it."

What could he want? What makes him stretch and sigh that is not caresses? Silken, tailored clothes, berry schnapps, witchers and sorceresses it seems.