Seeing the marks he'd left on her legs surprises him. In the heat of the moment he hadn't even noticed how hard he was gripping her. He opens his mouth to apologise, but given she's already expressed her appreciation of roughness, he closes his mouth again and limits himself to an apologetic look instead.

That kiss just draws him right back in again, leaning into her touch with a pleased little hum. It seems cruel then for her to pull away after giving such a lovely kiss. Perhaps she just enjoys the slightly dazed look it puts on his face. Or him struggling to get his composure again.

Needless to say it takes him a moment, and a big sigh, to get up. He pulls on his shorts, just in case someone comes knocking, and heads to the kitchen with an, "I'll be right back."

He leaves Yennefer in his now somewhat messy room for a few short minutes. It really is a bit of a state now. The wardrobe and drawers are all ajar showing his ridiculously dull practical choice in clothes. There are no photos here, only lamps and books that have been knocked over. As well as the out-of-place table, of course.

When he returns it's with water for her and orange juice for himself. It's only then that the mess hits him. He puts his own glass down and hands Yennefer hers before he starts putting everything roughly back in order again.

"You do make quite the impact," he mumbles.