[ His poor drink is apparently kidnapped for good. Wen Kexing gives an excessively dramatic sigh at that, which is just as easily forgotten as he gets the driest response yet. He tilts his head in light reproach at that, giving Geralt a questioning look. ]

Don't tell me you speak of your companions with soft words and songs. I treat people as they treat me, and the followers I had in the past were no better than wild dogs.

The company I have now is better. Immortals and rulers are jealous of his refined beauty and great skill, and I've had to fight off many attacks to defend him. You haven't had conflicts in the past? You're truly fortunate.