[ He refrains from telling Nadine he'd rather slice his hand and fill a cup and be some with it. It's the lab equipment he isn't fond of. Specifically syringes. He eyes it for a moment before looking away.
He also makes no mention that he doesn't require a painkiller. She apparently has a process and he's willing to go along without disrupting it. The ointment tingles, leaves his skin vaguely numb in a way that's mostly annoying.
His eyebrow goes up. His reply is deadpan, with the smallest edge of a tease. ]
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He also makes no mention that he doesn't require a painkiller. She apparently has a process and he's willing to go along without disrupting it. The ointment tingles, leaves his skin vaguely numb in a way that's mostly annoying.
His eyebrow goes up. His reply is deadpan, with the smallest edge of a tease. ]
You know Witchers are incapable of jokes.