He pulls his chemise on, tucks it in as he had himself, and makes some attempt to render himself presentable. His hair is a lost cause but, fortunately, being seen with dreadful bed-head is not even close to a problem for his reputation. His doublet covers the rumples in his chemise well enough and he even buttons it up properly as she pours herself a drink.

"I haven't the faintest--I remember cherries and singing and, oh hell, did I get a poor reaction? I must have been off key all night and not noticed," Jaskier grimaces and lets out a short sigh as he moves to retrieve his lute. In only a few moments, he is fully dressed and looking only slightly less put together than the night prior.

"Shall we?" He asks and holds out an arm for her.