As the door closes behind them, Mat loops a sash over the outside door handle. Just in case. Jon's a rather monkish fellow, he'd hate to scandalize his holiday roommate. He does so with a grin, wide and sunny and brightening his eyes. His mouth smiles often, his eyes not as much.

"Mmm, wait wait wait."

Loathe as Mat is to pull away, there'll be hell to pay if he wrinkles or dirties his cloak. Even if it happened while distracted by that force known as love.

"The Lady Yennefer will have my hide if I don't take proper care with my good cloak." He slips it off with a quick kiss to Jesper's lips and hangs it on the hook. "Much as I'd like to lie with you in a bed of furs."

Another time. Right now, it really doesn't matter. He just wants to hold onto this feeling, this giddy thing that's wrapped them both. And express it in the most ancient and intimate way possible.

As soon as that's dealt with, Mat's hopping onto the bed and kicking off his boots.