Somehow, Geralt should've expected that any explanation from Kay would only raise more questions than they answered. His expression is vaguely bemused: he doesn't know what the fuck a movie is. Which means he's failed entirely to make the connection that she means to say the creature is fictional.

He lifts an eyebrow. "I thought you didn't have monsters."

Wait, how large is this thing supposed to be? Maybe he shouldn't keep asking. He tips back his drink instead. It's funny, the persistent creations. Geralt has remade his place, but it's retained edges of the old: the flower Jaskier brought for him (for the girl), and the white wolf that once followed Jaskier around. None of it is real, but he feels a fondness nonetheless. He supposes Kay does, too, for her pet.