Each touch and nuzzle draws him further into waking. Her fingers dancing on his face, against his jaw, and her amusement shakes his arm. He shudders just a bit, a fine shiver as she draws her nails over his scalp, and he is awake, far more awake than he expects to be. He takes another deep breath but keeps his eyes closed, if only so he doesn't dissuade the fingers in his hair.

"Why...would I willingly give up such comfort?" he asks, in place of an answer, but the drowsy, drifting edge of his voice is gone. He will have to surrender this comfort, eventually, and so he resigns himself and cracks open his eyes to look at her again.

"Did you know that you are almost unbearably soft?" Jaskier asks and shifts the leg he has carded between hers, smooths his calf across her slender one and revels in the delicate softness of her limbs. "It is like hugging a cloud. How does anyone refrain from embracing you at all times?"