[It’s a nice, isolated little area, hemmed by so many perfectly trimmed flowers. Yennefer’s taken up most of the bench when he spots her, and he raises a brow as she straightens to greet him, holding the wine bottle out, label-first.]

Yeah, been busy hunting this down for you. Only the highest of vintage quality for my favorite sorceress in all of Thorne.

[Flattery will get him everywhere, clearly, not that he has to ply it too much or often with Yennefer; they’re more used to flinging quips back and forth between each other, but there is something about seeing her—actually seeing her, not just passing each other in long, cold corridors—after his “return” to Abraxas that makes him feel oddly nostalgic. His smile is warm, even if his eyes are tired.]

My work around the castle keeps me occupied. [He adds, just a little more seriously, drawing closer. Nearby, a little round stone table sits. Stephen waves a hand and two wine glasses appear sparkling atop it.] You know that better than anyone.

...Still no excuse, though, I know.