Sam snorts, because yes, okay. She makes a fair point. Geralt's not exactly the sneaking type, and neither of them were really subtle about the whole exchange. But then again, Sam can't really fault him. He's not much of a spy, either.

"What? Oh- yeah. Everything's fine. He just doesn't like speeches."

He's not lying, either. Everything is fine, though Sam's own curiosity over what Geralt brought him will keep him thinking for a few more weeks. What it could be, what it could mean, what it was. Sam's not going to jump on any trains about things being too suspicious or worriesome until there's a little more evidence to say as much.

So, for now, he's sitting pretty comfortably in his rocking chair and watching Inej scrunch her face in thought. "It's always snooping when you're in someone else's house. But fine, okay- did you find anything interesting while you were looking around?"

God, teenagers. (He thinks, fondly.)