[ He makes a noise that says he wants to disagree but can't quite. Folk do just show up and refuse to leave, and Geralt never puts as much effort into pushing them out as his grumbling might indicate on the surface.
His smile levels into something softer. He cups her cheek and leans in to kiss her again, deeper, letting her pull him in close. The snake slithers nearby. After he gives her the little carved fox, he knows what he'll make next. ]
How does Your Majesty feel about wolves?
[ He does at least put a little effort into changing up the look of the wolf every year. He's even got claws and sharp teeth of his own now, though they're not yet out. ]
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His smile levels into something softer. He cups her cheek and leans in to kiss her again, deeper, letting her pull him in close. The snake slithers nearby. After he gives her the little carved fox, he knows what he'll make next. ]
How does Your Majesty feel about wolves?
[ He does at least put a little effort into changing up the look of the wolf every year. He's even got claws and sharp teeth of his own now, though they're not yet out. ]