Geralt's annoyance is occasionally feigned in the sense that he is willing to move on once he's made it clear that he is, in fact, annoyed.

That is not the case here. He swings around abruptly—stepping directly into the other's path, whether the man is ready to stop or not. On the chance he's bumped into, Geralt does not move nor does he seem to even care. There is a distinct rumble in his chest which can be called a growl.

Geralt is willing to put up with an inordinate amount of horseshit; he possesses far more patience than one would expect from him at first glance. Just ask Jaskier. But those are things earned from him. Usually also helps when he isn't in a shit mood following a month imprisoned and one of his closest friends dead.

"I have not got time for your nonsense. Tell me what you want or fuck off."