[Well. Oof. That explains some things, doesn't it? His brows raise as he puffs his cheeks, then lets out a breath. Surely the visual representation of oof.

He lifts his gaze. Ah. He knows an opening when he sees one.

It's only -- look, if he believed his dick could make people happier, if only for a few moments, then he sees nothing bad about offering. He's been turned down much more than he's been taken up on his offerings, after all.]

I'm not so sure luck is the case. It may be safe to say we had different priorities. [Ever unable to keep still, he plucks a grape and rolls in between his fingers.] Despite your experience, I do promise it can be fun. Even with tails and horns included. Not that I've had the former involved before, but I can't imagine it gets in the way too much.

[The horns, maybe for sleeping in after. He could see the problems of punctured pillows.] You know, with how you speak of Himeka, I always assumed... ah, I bet you get that a lot, though, don't you? I suppose it happens with long-term traveling companions.

[Side glance at Geralt.]