Finally seeing results puts a smug smile on her face. His eyes don't have to be open, that shutter and change in his breathing is telling. Dear me, perhaps she should not be so openly admiring common place things like breath and heartbeat. Her profession already gets push back. Blame it on Jaskier for adding his own shine to the common place.

"Ah, that is the angle." He is not wrong at all. The bed is fine as it was. The true luxury is touching and being touched. They were so much more charged and inspired the night before. Though this is, for some strange reason she cannot place, an equal.

Yennefer laughs again, low and dark. Her nails still scratch upon his head, moving it to puff before petting it to order. Then it starts again, carding and scratching, fluffing and petting. No hurry. She has no appointments to attend especially at any hour before noon. "I simply don't allow just anyone an embrace." If he were to say such a thing, would anyone believe Jaskier? He has enough of a reputation as a rake to have it chalked up to exotic appetites to consider Yennefer of Vengerberg sweet let alone soft.