[How had this gotten turned around into making fun of his age! It was only because he liked Alucard so much that he didn't remove a boot and throw it at him -- buit he did throw some sand. Because he was a child.]

You're killing me! Really! Hilarious!

[Was he laughing? No! Maybe. Look, this whole thing was ridiculous, but he sort of loves it, too. It is a moment where he doesn't need to care that they're still, technically, prisoners on the run.]

Not to break away from this titillating prodding of my ego, but I must return home before Geralt assumes the wolf out here has devoured me. Or before I begin to fight you. [He wouldn't, but he has to appear at least a little fluttered.] It is good to see you here. Which, undoubtedly, means I will return to find you at the most inopportune moment. As it seems we are setting a trend.