[ Male enhancement. Ah, of course. Thancred doesn't hold back on the throaty laugh that comes out in response to that. While he suspects that Yennefer crafts brews that are even more in need of discretion than draughts to help a bloke last a bit longer under the sheets, those are in fact the ones that Yennefer won't speak to here. He can always ask her about it another time, when they have true privacy.

He nods when she mentions the hunting grounds. He's no stranger to them and while he's made a habit of gathering materials there to sell in the markets, he'd be happy to set the aside for some of Yennefer's potions. She's already signed him up for it, and while some might see that as presumptuous, to him it's more a sign of their closeness. Yes, he's her willing errand boy, but it's more than that. She trusts him to get the job done. ]

I'd love a reason to stretch my sword arm. I'll check in with you the next time a portal opens, then. [ He loops his arm with hers, briefly awed by how she manages to exude such confidence even when she looks worse for the wear and smells like a busy fish market.

Desperate need of a drink, is it? He raises an eyebrow, shooting a glance ahead of them before he shakes his head. ] Not anymore, no. [ He had planned to ask around the docks about potential work, but that can easily wait until tomorrow. He'd much rather spend the evening with a friend. ] Where shall it be, then? Have you found any favorite haunts here thus far?