[It feels a bit like slipping into an old, beloved robe. Jaskier prefers it, honestly. Though the memories they share still weigh heavily in his head, and will for some time, he likes to see Rhy like this. Smiling, with his eyes bright. He cannot say for sure if it's forced or not, but --

The way Jaskier reaches out for him, hands falling to Rhy's hips, placing them close together -- none of that is forced.]

My mouth is skilled at a good many things beyond mere words, if my flirtations have become too boring on their own. [He smiles, kissing a cheek. This. This is easy.] If my delightful friend would appreciate a distraction. Bleobheris is host to many, many fine rooms. With many fine beds.