[ Not really is the thought that crosses Geralt's mind, but he senses the sentiment is more of a courtesy than anything.
But he's always willing to accept an offered hand. Never know when he'll need it. ]
I may take you up on that.
[ With his tankard empty, he rises from his seat. He never means to linger at these sorts of parties long—hell, he usually isn't here in the first place—and now that he's eaten his fill, he's ready to fuck off. ]
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But he's always willing to accept an offered hand. Never know when he'll need it. ]
I may take you up on that.
[ With his tankard empty, he rises from his seat. He never means to linger at these sorts of parties long—hell, he usually isn't here in the first place—and now that he's eaten his fill, he's ready to fuck off. ]
Look after yourself.