[Oh, he is definitely pleased. His eyes are still closed as the silk pulls away. Ah. Those little sparkles were behind his eyes. And yet so fucking pretty.]

Mmhmm. As are you, I imagine. I don't even need to look at you to know that warm expression.

[Jaskier sits up, rubbing his eyes. Giving them time to adjust to light peering through the lids. Strange, how he'd nearly forgotten it was there. There were so many other sensations to focus on, it hadn't mattered.

He laughs.]

Only the best of the best when you're here. [He carefully opens his eyes, letting the natural sunlight through the tree's branches, through the open air door, hit across his legs. Acclimating them again.

God. That'd been... good.] Shall we get a larger bed next, then? Now that your lovely bookshelves are up, and Mog has made his nest.