"I know nothing about love," devotion, yes; love, no, "but I'm pretty sure it's not supposed to be 'reasonable,'" he points out.

He sets his head down on his arms, almost like he's snuggling in, and only for a moment turns his head so that he's looking off into the dark room. It's not dismissive; Istredd will be able to tell that he's putting some kind of thought into this, though as scattered and complex as his thought process typically is, indiscernible. After a bit, he makes an awkward nod to himself and resumes his previous position.

"If it was anyone but Yennefer we'd be done."

They likely wouldn't even have began.

He told Yennefer the only reason he cared is because he respected her. Otherwise, well. He'd do what he wanted, regardless of a third party's feelings. Maybe he'd fight for supremacy, maybe he'd just step out and not put the effort in.

"And I'm not looking for anyone else." He wasn't looking for Istredd either but that was months of being in each other's space and then months of being in each other's minds and then what felt like months being severed from both.

That isn't something that by any means should be possible to replicate.