"The world doesn't need to know. No one does." Flippant? Oh yes. She doesn't have enough of a heart to try and share it with so many. These ventures take time, effort. Jaskier's reckless abandon has inspired her to try. There is less room between them now, her legs entangled in his. The slightly firm shape of his cock resting close to her.

Anywhere his hand wanders, her skin comes alive as if he is rousing the chaos swirling in her blood and bones. "Why here, of course. I never ever make appointments in the morning." The time is usually for herself, for sleep and her beauty rituals. Though in a rare occasion, resting against a handsome man with beautiful eyes that somehow remain shut.

"Do you, bard? Any...breakfast feasts?" Look, she's not sure what kind of an event would take place so early. Yennefer's hip nestles to Jaskier's. Fingers still scratch, fluff and pet. "The world has such demands of you." And she? She only wants everything.