[Truly, they are. As he always says: Geralt would be dead in a ditch somewhere without him. Still wearing terribly drab, stitched-together clothes.
He laughs again.] Well. I've yet to see them myself, unfortunately, but all the stories certainly regale the sight of them.
[He estimates they're possibly no finer than Himeka's, but he's keeping that to himself. Obviously the point of their excursion in his hot tub was not for him to stare. (She is lovely, though.)]
Oooh. In that case, I could possibly be persuaded to keep it to myself. [He knocks back the rest of his drink.] No. I rarely make my own escapades the topic of song, either. Some things are more enjoyable when kept to oneself.
[He flags down an attendant and gets more drinks sent their way. If he's to have a good time here, it should at least be with good company.]
she'll need to carry him but it's fine
He laughs again.] Well. I've yet to see them myself, unfortunately, but all the stories certainly regale the sight of them.
[He estimates they're possibly no finer than Himeka's, but he's keeping that to himself. Obviously the point of their excursion in his hot tub was not for him to stare. (She is lovely, though.)]
Oooh. In that case, I could possibly be persuaded to keep it to myself. [He knocks back the rest of his drink.] No. I rarely make my own escapades the topic of song, either. Some things are more enjoyable when kept to oneself.
[He flags down an attendant and gets more drinks sent their way. If he's to have a good time here, it should at least be with good company.]