[ Once she has Jaskier pinned against her side, and after giving voice to that initial threat of feigned seriousness, most of the tension in Yennefer drops — but she doesn't necessarily surrender his arm now that she has it, maintaining a relaxed linking between them as they start roaming down the hall, her fingers absently straying across the line of his forearm. It briefly occurs to her to ask whether he has already encountered magic users who assert themselves from the position of evil — or "bad guys," as he'd so succinctly put it — but she's more focused on leading them out of the hotel and toward the lobby, only somewhat breaking stride as he passes the chocolate bar to her after securing a smaller piece off the whole for himself. ]

So it's a confection of some kind. [ She manages to unwrap the bar a little more even with her arm loosely threaded through his, though rather than use her fingers to snap off a smaller section, she takes a definitive bite directly from it, finding that she's able to do so easily. She might not be able to eat a substantial amount of this, she thinks, without feeling sick to her stomach — it is rich, richer than a lot of things on the Continent, so leave it to Jaskier to have discovered it almost immediately.

She finds that compared to his professions, she's fine with simply walking and letting him be the one mostly responsible for filling any silence — he's someone she can count on for that — but it does prove a lot of information for her to take in, especially that last part, and she doesn't recoil so much as start backward when he whispers it in her ear. ]

What possible reason could anyone have for purchasing something like that? [ A beat, as her gaze drifts over to him. ] Don't tell me you've already bought some.