A tempting offer, though to be fair, he's rather enchanted with her bed considering how many times they have tested its sturdiness. Besides, breaking a bed is a bit out of his realm. At least intentionally.

"I don't suppose you have strips of velvet? A shame we're not in the Horizon." Not, he thinks, that he would prefer some image of themselves fucking instead of here, where it is all very real, and often messy, and sometimes a bit funny, too.

He bends down, kissing between her breasts, as he looks up with a light in his eyes all of a sudden. Oh, yes. He has plans. It feels as if they come as quick as birds landing to roost. Plentiful.

"I have an idea." And because they are in this mood, a hint wild, and he has always been curious about the idea of -- well, frankly, literal chaos in the bedroom -- there is a pull of his magic, and vines begin winding up around the bedposts, reaching across towards her wrists. Strong, thick vines, with velvet-soft leaves unfurling.

But no matter what mood he is in, he is Jaskier. And he pauses the vines only when they have lightly ringed her wrists. "Not too tight? Not too... strange?"

Magic could be a hint strange. Plants not withstanding.