Truly, there were few things more boring than sitting for a portrait; if Yennefer hadn't been under royal command to do so at the time; there's no way anyone could get her to sit still for that long. One of the many benefits of no longer working for such types, she's reminded.

"I hardly think of that as a conundrum," she remarks with an amused grin as she takes a sip of her wine. "It sounds like you simply require proper motivation and reward for your extended focus. Staking out hunting ground has a purpose, the patience pays off. Sitting around all day indoors, well, that's enough to make anyone restless." Or perhaps this is another area where they are quite similar.

She laughs at the honesty of his comment, a happy and light hearted sound. "I don't know how I managed to survive it either." There will never be another portrait painted of her. Pictures from other worlds, sure, though she's careful about who takes them for obvious reasons - she doesn't need her likeness to be easily tracked.

She nods at his offer and goes to sit on the couch in the living room area, propping her elbow up on the back of the couch so she's angled toward him as she speaks. "So, besides decent food; is there anything else in particular that you miss from the being on the mainland?"