"Even if they weren't, opening up spaces to us feels like asking for trouble. Not- specifically us, just summoned." It felt like they were more weapon than people, here. Not that she was a useful weapon herself, but from the stories Julie and Geralt shared. You gather weapons in your home, the neighbors will start to talk.

Abby takes another drink, pauses, and leans forward on her elbows, watching Mat a moment at his comments. That 'cut from the same cloth' thing is bugging her. He doesn't feel the same as Jesper. She assumes they get along, and she'll take his word on the libido thing. But the way Jesper makes the world spin around him does not feel like anything Mat would go for. Still- not really a thing she can put into words, "I'm not going to say I'm unwilling, cause I am. I'm all for fucking enjoying myself."

"Just-" She takes another sip from her drink, leaning back and rolling the words around in her mind. She wants to appear cool so the goal is to not sound like a scared little girl. As anyone into that is not a person she wants to fuck. "I might only be into handies and kissing. Tonight. And definitely only after we finish our drinks."

Nailed. It.