Noticing her eyes devouring him, Jaskier grins and poses for her, basking in all the attention. It's also... peculiar, the way she praises him. He's used to being called pretty and handsome, but she puts her attention on things that warrior bodies get, like powerful. He doesn't dislike it, it's just... new. It does feel nice.
He's a bit lost in thought, and it's the patting that makes him snap out of it.
"Oh! You want to stay on the bed? That makes getting in position much easier," he points out while moving the mirror. He had been assuming they'd return to the floor like last time.
Once the mirror is at the foot of the bed, Jaskier sits on the edge and opens his legs as he rests back on his hands, grin still wide. "I believe the lady was looking for a seat?"
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He's a bit lost in thought, and it's the patting that makes him snap out of it.
"Oh! You want to stay on the bed? That makes getting in position much easier," he points out while moving the mirror. He had been assuming they'd return to the floor like last time.
Once the mirror is at the foot of the bed, Jaskier sits on the edge and opens his legs as he rests back on his hands, grin still wide. "I believe the lady was looking for a seat?"