[Nero's confusion is plain on his face. Well, was he or was he not a fuckin' demon? He was turning into one, for sure. He doesn't need Geralt's word on that -- the Devil Bringer confirmed it, even if it was only a flicker. Something was demonic in that guy, and Nero can't help but have his first thoughts be that it won. Took over somehow.

Like it always does.

He clicks his tongue. It sounds like a classic possession to him -- a successful one -- but like usual, Geralt doesn't give a rat's shit amount of detail. And, for once, he won't push it. If the guy is gone, then... well, problem took care of itself, didn't it?]

Maybe. It's still a loss. [Nero isn't a hugger, but he does give Geralt a firm hand on his shoulder.] Sorry, Geralt. He didn't seem like a bad guy. Had killer taste in food. Dunno how I can help, but... here if you need it. Figure you don't, though. [He pauses.] Wanna kill somethin'?