( Congratulations, Geralt! You have now joined in with an elite list of people who know Dean well enough to completely ignore Extremely Dean Things. It's like some kind of rite of passage to progress through Friendship Stages. Allow the fatigue to flow through you. Brace for future flecks of annoyance or fondness where appropriate.

He's balls deep in a chicken wing when the question floats up, and he answers with one cheek puffed up with food. )

Hell no.

( Bluntly, but not unpleasantly. )

Probably wouldn't have almost had a vivisection for breakfast this morning if I could. Practically took a Chaigon's head off the other day on accident, though, when it went for my horse. ( He swallows, then sways a little in a half-shrug. ) Not that the horse gave a crap. Total ingrate. But uh- no. Seems like it just comes and goes whenever it wants.

( If he had the faintest bit of control over it, bet your ass he'd be swapping those two incidents. )