Nadine lets out pleased little sighs each time Jaskier's lips touch her skin. She shifts beneath him, pulling on the natural bonds at her wrists but not in earnest. There's no attempt to get away from them, just to display herself and bring tension into the lean muscles she's developed in this new life. She moves into touch, eager for it, knowing he intends to tease her while she's tied.

Wanting him to.

She laughs at his words, but not at him. It's that laugh of delight that he's so skilled at coaxing from her. He just makes her feel good. In general, and about herself. Like right now. She just feels good, under the arousal and the expectancy of what he's going to do.

"I don't think that's the sort of thing that needs to be forgiven." She twists her wrists and grips the thick parts of the wines with her hands, subtly lifting herself into them as she draws one knee up. They make much better holds than the bedsheets.

"What would I be the goddess of, do you think?"