[People, huh. Weird way to say it, but he's caught on that Geralt isn't exactly kissin' his friends on the cheek whenever they meet.] Yeah, then you'll know they're in good hands. I got my own people to protect, too.

[And yeah, the townspeople are fucking weird and sketchy, but he's not letting anything happen to them, either. He owes them for the wine and cheeses, the little gifts of soap and the butterfly necklace (still with its place hanging from a wall in his loft.)

Nero huffs, but with a shrug of his shoulder, he puts it on the table. Later. Honestly, the company's good enough. Himeka and Wanda are already precious to him, but they're... well. Not hunters. Not the way he is. They got more purpose in life than just going around shooting shit.]

Suit yourself. But I'm pickin' up this rain check when you got time.