Her powers of seduction are potent with and without chaos, with it she has reduced plenty of fools to do her bidding mindlessly. Without chaos the results are out of her hands. She would much rather be in control of the situation. She doesn't need to render the man brainless. Just enthralled enough to allow her to be close to him. Yennefer only reached out with just a touch of chaos and unfortunately Valdo has met her the rest of the way. It's too easy. Too foolish. It's like he wants to be hurt.
While it is entertaining and she is a willing party to this farce it never fails to anger her how quickly appearances make the difference. Valdo knows her name and knows her to be company of Jaskier. He only makes use of the one that does him the most service which is to get a rise from the other man. Lamb. Creature. Lady. She manages to pluck a pearl from his fine outfit, it drops like an over ripe fruit and it settles into her palm. Her hand was already in a fist. There.
Concentrating more on magic than the exchange, Jaskier's touch brings her back to the moment. Her spine feels like an iron rod. His touch is far more welcomed than Valdo, yes. She is no toy or pawn to any man. He should not be playing into the Troubadour's pissing contest. There was no time at all to tell him of her plan. Didn't he trust her? What was this behavior? Before she can reproach gently, the final end to the moment a literal batting at his touch.
They aren't going to kill him.
"Charming," is what she says both feet firmly planted on the ground. The moment Valdo is turned away her smile is gone and her eyes stay on his back.
Both hands are balled into fist. "Utterly charming." Raised with swine from infancy she knew a pig when she saw one. "Until next time, my good sir," spoken though he cannot hear her anymore. Another colleague of some kind has tugged him back up the boulevard. The rest of the street did not get any more quiet, though it was clear they were being watched. This is, after all, a very public and social event.
Yennefer drags her glare from the disappearing musician in green to Jaskier. It's hardness stays only for a moment before scaling back. "I had the situation under control, that was not necessary. He was baiting you. Surely you knew that."
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While it is entertaining and she is a willing party to this farce it never fails to anger her how quickly appearances make the difference. Valdo knows her name and knows her to be company of Jaskier. He only makes use of the one that does him the most service which is to get a rise from the other man. Lamb. Creature. Lady. She manages to pluck a pearl from his fine outfit, it drops like an over ripe fruit and it settles into her palm. Her hand was already in a fist. There.
Concentrating more on magic than the exchange, Jaskier's touch brings her back to the moment. Her spine feels like an iron rod. His touch is far more welcomed than Valdo, yes. She is no toy or pawn to any man. He should not be playing into the Troubadour's pissing contest. There was no time at all to tell him of her plan. Didn't he trust her? What was this behavior? Before she can reproach gently, the final end to the moment a literal batting at his touch.
They aren't going to kill him.
"Charming," is what she says both feet firmly planted on the ground. The moment Valdo is turned away her smile is gone and her eyes stay on his back.
Both hands are balled into fist. "Utterly charming." Raised with swine from infancy she knew a pig when she saw one. "Until next time, my good sir," spoken though he cannot hear her anymore. Another colleague of some kind has tugged him back up the boulevard. The rest of the street did not get any more quiet, though it was clear they were being watched. This is, after all, a very public and social event.
Yennefer drags her glare from the disappearing musician in green to Jaskier. It's hardness stays only for a moment before scaling back. "I had the situation under control, that was not necessary. He was baiting you. Surely you knew that."