Only an assumption on my part. Don't worry too much of it.

[He can barely fathom this woman. Not only a Yennefer that almost is perplexed by the idea she could ever be successful, but one who is...

There are a lot of words he could find, and yet none come to mind. Perhaps it is easier to rest on simple. She is simple. Not her intelligence or her words -- but as if there is no hidden game to play, nor barbs to throw out, nor traps to avoid. Their conversations, brief as they are, have always been blistering.

The surprise is clear on his face.] You really mean that.

[You are, she says, and holds off, and they sit there and watch each other. Him, expecting still some word that will directly attack his ego. It's always meant to, of course. But she trails off, and looks indecisive about her next words.

The wolf breaks the spell. He looks back at him; actually, he glares a bit. It is just like him to interrupt.]

Thank you. [The words, this time, are genuine.] Hm. It's no big loss, really. It's a bit less fun if it's so easy with some things, isn't it?