A witch...er.

[ Hmm? Has he heard that word before?

Probably not important. That she hunts monsters... well... she's at a party hosted by vampires, so that means something. Like Jaskier's Geralt.

Only she stinks less.

He narrows his eyes at her. ]

Maybe you're right. Maybe I choose not to be seen. Maybe I'm happier not having strange or stranger's eyes upon me.

[ There's something rippling beneath his tone, a hint at a deeper anger. He only sneers and starts walking away. ]

Enjoy the rest of your night, darling.