As soon as she mentions more comfortable rooms, Jaskier can't stop his tongue from wetting his lips, his brain providing a wonderful mental image of her sprawled on the bed of one of those fancy hotels.

She's asking for more right at the table of a busy restaurant, and what else can Jaskier do but provide? Midge is going to drive him crazy, he can tell. The magic of connecting with another artist, the sparks are on a different level.

"I would crawl under your skirt--" His foot raises to caress her ankle. "Take off your panties with my teeth, and show you exactly what the trained mouth of a singer can do."