That simple explanation leaves the door open wide. Very wide. There is little, he thinks, that he has not tried or is not willing to try... though he can admit that having what may call a "modern" lover has opened his eyes to rather new things.

Vibrators, for one. Oh. The world to explore there.

He breathes deep. The smoke still curls and burns his lungs a bit, but it is no longer something he simply chokes on.

And it does leave a wooziness behind.

"And you will be quite aware, of course, that my careful gentleness is completely natural." He smiles, and when her mouth is free, he leans in and kisses it. His scalp tingles, moving down over his neck, to his back, puckering as the pleasure moves.

Don't be.

It echoes in his head, and it, in some way, feels like an order. Jaskier is not necessarily inclined to brutality, neither in bed nor out of it, but he does, certainly, watch himself around Nadine more than he has in the past. He adjusts himself to his lovers, as he is needed, and her needs, at first, have been delicacy and understanding.

"If that is what my lady craves... then I shan't be."

So now his fingers curl into the hem of her pants, and he begins tugging them off, without waiting for permission, simply because he wants her nude, now, as fast as possible. Until he's moved to his knees, and she is stepping out of them, giving him the opportunity to kiss the scar on her thigh.