[ Wen Kexing gets the scrutiny of what certainly feels like a harsh master. It's made even more sharp by the odd color of Geralt's eyes, which he can't really keep from staring at. But the question that isn't really a question makes him smile. ]

More than a friend. He's the one who knows me best. We can't be parted.

[ And he says that with every confidence. Whether it is magic, fate, or divine power, nothing is really going to keep the two of them apart. If one goes, the other has to follow. ]

You too? Did they pay for your hairstyle? Or do the children belong to you two?