Well, okay, Blake can't help but follow because Geralt is walking away in the middle of a conversation, and as he does so it strikes Blake as awfully similar to a known swagger of done with your shit that Blake's seen a few times before in his life. Not the first or last time.

"What, you didn't get the message?" he asks, eyebrows knitting together and voice lowering. He recites, "'Meet me outside the apothecary and bring the cat. It's crucial you don't forget the cat'?" The questioning lilt of his voice is attached to his hands raised in confusion at how such a sentiment could be mistaken.

He's keeping pace with Geralt, but there is a lot to be said about how differently they're carrying themselves. Blake feels as if anyone in their path is quick to move out of Geralt's way, but each ends up cast off towards Blake who's then forced to go around.

"But more importantly: Why don't cats like you?" Blake deigns to ask, but the bite of can't imagine why that reeks of sarcasm sits just on the tip of his tongue. Now he's just plain curious.