( For as cool as they've been, Dean still only knows a snapshot of Geralt's life. He'll pick up on the context later, get a better idea for the dynamic as he gets the opportunity to observe it. In the meantime, all he's building his impression by right now is a little weird Horizon delineation and a Christmas party.

He must be starting to get some idea of the guy, though, because he can clearly read that entire thought from start to finish written in Geralt's flat ass stare. He holds up an absent hand - mea culpa - and follows it up with a slow (but good-natured) shake of the head. )

Nothing, it's nothing. It's just- ( How in the hell does he phrase this when he barely knows what he wants to say? Give him a beat or two to formulate. Maybe start with a disclaimer: ) Look, you're about as hard to read as a Braille hieroglyphic half the time, what do I know? Just sounded a little weird, is all. You guys seem close, but it sounds like he doesn't lute it up in your mountain castle. Is that like a thing or something?