Oh, she absolutely can. In a way very few can, in fact. He knows not whether the origin of her skills in teasing are from her dance with the devil or simply he embracing her newfound freedoms, but Jaskier is esctatic to be at the other end of them. Because, so easily, she can make him go mad. Make him beg. Even has he fallen to his knees for her, grabbing at the edges of her dresses.

Now that he thinks of it, it may be all those overly thick, opaque clothes she insists on wearing. Knowing what's under them and being unable to even peek sometimes...

Ugh! It's maddening.

She's maddening. Just the promise of revealing her body to him leaves his knees weak. (Or is it her words?) That hot prickle goes from his heart straight between his legs, and when he moves in to press against her, to hold her by her waist, he's already growing stiff.

"You have me. And tonight... you'll have more of me than ever." Whether his wrist, or his neck -- even a thigh. "Wherever your pretty teeth want to take me."