Jaskier shivers. Yes. He certainly came over for a reason, and he is now seeing that Nadine may have already had some slight ideas in mind.

And now he's here, he can... push them.

Now. That's an idea. Pushing her ideas. Yes. That idea settles in his mind, curled as softly and quietly as a contented cat.

"Oh, yes, believe me. I've been learning." Or, I hope I am about to learn. He fans himself slightly by plucking up a bit of his shirt and fluttering it under his chin, smoke curling through the air.

He takes the hand holding the joint and raises it high enough to take a pull off of it, as he's watched her do. The taste lingers on his tongue attractively. Releasing her own, he moves his hands to her waist, drawing up her sides. "Different, you say? Paint me a picture. Of your new idea."