"You left your lingerie with Yennefer?" He's both amused and appalled. "I'm sorry, I can't fuck you in it anymore. My cock will drop or something."

He's not serious. Maybe.

A mischievous grin takes over his face at her question. "You mean besides my bed?" Just a tease. "Well--"

"I don't like that face," Ciri suddenly announces from a safe distance. She's squinting her eyes. "Is it not safe to approach?"

Jaskier laughs and kisses Midge's forehead before fixing his posture, stretching his arms above his head. "It's alright, princess, come over. I'm guessing it's time to go home?"