[Nero gives Geralt a quizzical look with a hotdog stuffed halfway into his mouth. He's not sure what not drinking has to do with hotdogs, but it's still an awesome hotdog -- and the top's still crunchy! Though he wouldn't mind, like, a lime slush to go with it...
(Yeah, he could make it. He doesn't. The palace itself is weird enough for him. And he's never been someone who expects to get what he wants the moment he wants it.)
Nero chokes on the last bite, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand -- gloved, now that he's in the palace. His stomach drops as his gaze hardens. He only met the guy once, but...]
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(Yeah, he could make it. He doesn't. The palace itself is weird enough for him. And he's never been someone who expects to get what he wants the moment he wants it.)
Nero chokes on the last bite, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand -- gloved, now that he's in the palace. His stomach drops as his gaze hardens. He only met the guy once, but...]
The demon?