This time Nadine's chuckle is deep and throaty. She reaches up to tease at his hair with her fingertips before stepping away to reclaim her joint.

"Oh, they can take it. Trust me."

That isn't some idle fantasy, she knows that she likes it and that her horns are more than capable as serving as handholds. Even rough ones. Especially rough ones. Maybe it's sinful, but part of her enjoys a heavy and rough hand in bed. She's certain it's due to formative experiences, but it is what it is. She likes what she likes.

"I'm not as delicate as a lot of people might think, Jaskier. And I don't just like delicate things." She takes a long drag off of the joint, meeting his eyes pointedly. He's strong. Much stronger than she'd originally thought, before they'd become regular bedfellows. And he's tall. He could easily toss her around. And maybe just let her do the same to him - it's so much more fun when it's all give and take, a challenge to be the one on top.

"Maybe...we could try something a little different."