"Become? Now, Jaskier." His appetites are what make him such a person.They would not have got on so well if he were a reserved monk sort. Having a person enjoy indulgences unabashed and with no design around it is a wonderful, wonderful change. Yennefer takes the bottle from him. "This is a fine choice."

Pouring the contents into her palms she smooths both hands over his shoulders to spread the soap. It is so very soft and it guides her hands to spread a gathering foamy lather. "Don't you dare become meek or reserved because it's proper." The steam and warmth dulls all of the beautiful aches and stills he wants to touch him because she can, their bath is a floral bouquet as it was. Now honeysuckle and grass is the most potent. "Besides, I don't think that you have it in you to be so." Which is a fine thing to be by her tone of voice.