Jinn followed her gaze to her brown-eyed companion, who seemed to puff his chest and stand up straighter in response, almost as though he could feel the heat of Jinn's attention. Or maybe he was simply responding to the touch of a beautiful woman. He was clearly in her thrall, whether that was through magic or more mundane means. What he made of her speaking of strange lands filled with sweets, Jinn couldn't begin to guess.
"Could always try to drag him back home with you," Jinn mused. "Although I doubt his chances. Even the bird likely wouldn't survive the trip."
"I can handle myself," muttered the stranger.
Jinn ignored him. When he spoke again, it was to address Yennefer. "You're the last person I'd ask if she needs an escort. But if you'd like company..." He was offering.