[ The playful curl of her smile is enough to prompt a slight upward tug at Geralt's lips as well. Her proposition--obvious, unmistakable; his favorite sort--has him releasing a huff of breath that is nearly a chuckle. She's lovely and clearly interested, even after looking at his eyes. There are some women--some people--who find the idea of bedding a witcher risky and exciting, who have heard certain rumors about their sexual appetites, whose curiosity overcomes their wariness or revulsion. When it comes to intimacy, Geralt takes what he can get. So when they offer he's usually inclined to accept.
Of course, she likely has no idea what a witcher is, because no one here does. He doesn't think that he'll ever be used to this sort of anonymity. ]
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Of course, she likely has no idea what a witcher is, because no one here does. He doesn't think that he'll ever be used to this sort of anonymity. ]
Mm. I could help with that.