The sentiment was particular to the theater but it was so close he didn't have the heart to correct her. He smiles as she pats his cheek and then leans, peers at her works and wonders.

"Do you need to do much else, my lovely?" Jaskier asks, earnestly curious, because if the answer is no--then they both require a distraction and he knows just the thing. Neither of them have marveled at the self-filling tub yet and he'd even been sure to have a truly impressive array of soaps and salts brought up when he got in.

Admittedly, he also feels more than slightly grimy after dealing with Valdo.