[He smiles. It's a bit loopy, but it's honestly very pleased with her. For her. Why is everyone always so much like this when he hears even a stray note of romance? He's a poet, for the gods' sake! This is what he lives for! What else is there in the world, if not for good drink, and company, and romance? Ignore the fact he totally was implying she could be necking someone if she wanted.]
Who says you must expect anything? Ciri, come, you must know this about me. If I know anything, I know the intricate dances that... well, that company can learn. I have no expectations, of course. I only wish to know, for I am endlessly curious.
[To know more about her. About who she fancies. What company she likes. Of what happiness she can find in other people. (Sam told him, later, how she fled. And he put it together, that she couldn't come into that room with him for a spell. The more they understand each other, the less... the less chance that would happen again. That fissure.)]
And how am I embarrassing? I think this is fine news! And, honestly, this party is -- it's a lot, actually, but it's great fun, and I think the more relaxed you are, and perhaps they are -- whoever this mysterious person may be -- the better both of your companies will settle together.
[What he does not speak, and what he never will, is that there is some semblance of relief: that she does not strive for the lonely life that Geralt took upon himself. Isolated. Defensive, even. People inflict their presence on Geralt (himself included, of course) like a fever, but Ciri... Ciri invites them. She invites company.]
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[He smiles. It's a bit loopy, but it's honestly very pleased with her. For her. Why is everyone always so much like this when he hears even a stray note of romance? He's a poet, for the gods' sake! This is what he lives for! What else is there in the world, if not for good drink, and company, and romance? Ignore the fact he totally was implying she could be necking someone if she wanted.]
Who says you must expect anything? Ciri, come, you must know this about me. If I know anything, I know the intricate dances that... well, that company can learn. I have no expectations, of course. I only wish to know, for I am endlessly curious.
[To know more about her. About who she fancies. What company she likes. Of what happiness she can find in other people. (Sam told him, later, how she fled. And he put it together, that she couldn't come into that room with him for a spell. The more they understand each other, the less... the less chance that would happen again. That fissure.)]
And how am I embarrassing? I think this is fine news! And, honestly, this party is -- it's a lot, actually, but it's great fun, and I think the more relaxed you are, and perhaps they are -- whoever this mysterious person may be -- the better both of your companies will settle together.
[What he does not speak, and what he never will, is that there is some semblance of relief: that she does not strive for the lonely life that Geralt took upon himself. Isolated. Defensive, even. People inflict their presence on Geralt (himself included, of course) like a fever, but Ciri... Ciri invites them. She invites company.]