[Louis is always observing, especially when it comes to carnivores. And this man definitely reads as a carnivore to him--no fangs, but carrying himself with the gait of someone who's been stronger than others long enough for it to seep into his being. It's the same kind of gait that any large carnivore back home would have, no matter how comfortable or uncomfortable they were with their own strength. The knowledge that you can protect yourself comes with a lot of inherent confidence.
The fact that Geralt sits so his back faces a wall doesn't escape Louis' notice, but he can hardly blame the not-human. Louis would do the same if he were coming to a stranger's house.]
What do you mean, I may need concentration? On what?
[Considering he's injured and his poorly fitted temporary prosthetic has been irritating his leg all day, he holds himself with a lot of poise.]
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The fact that Geralt sits so his back faces a wall doesn't escape Louis' notice, but he can hardly blame the not-human. Louis would do the same if he were coming to a stranger's house.]
What do you mean, I may need concentration? On what?
[Considering he's injured and his poorly fitted temporary prosthetic has been irritating his leg all day, he holds himself with a lot of poise.]