[ The Doctor should absolutely be more conservative with the bit of coin he's managed to gather so far, but having little use for currency in his travels — he does so miss his psychic paper — it's something he still far too easily overlooks. So Geralt isn't at all wrong in his assumptions, though it goes far beyond just being new. ]

If we're having drinks together, why not make a whole occasion of it? [ Never mind that if they're sharing a drink then Geralt has this to look forward to. ] Ale or wine — oh, I shouldn't assume, do tell — and of course, chocolate of some sort. Cheese platter. Meat on the fancy skewers. I'm looking forward to it!

[ Has he just pre-arranged his loose interpretation of a picnic of some kind with Geralt just assuming it's a done thing? Evidently. He's counting on Geralt not to let him down, as well. ]

I've heard stories, legends, myths of all sorts about them. Sometimes the universe still surprises us, though, doesn't it? I love when it does that. [ A soft smile for a brief moment. ] And here we all are, given a chance to keep them safe. I worry for them — Hierus and Kruos, being the last grown. In my travels, I've seen...too many species lost, the last of their kind.

[ He knows how it sits in a heart. In a deeply personal level. ]