Well, you did have goat legs that first night, remember? With the little hooves an' everythin'.

[ Julie helpfully points this out before taking a large sip from her glass. Like Geralt, she just... doesn't address the idea of dating or courting or whatever-the-fuck formal label people think needs to be applied to the concept of just spending a bunch of time together and having feelings (gross). She's never found those names to be of much use past throwing in the faces of others.

She snorts as Jaskier basically pimps Geralt right there, rolling her eyes, then reaches behind Nadine to gently smack Jaskier on the shoulder with the back of her hand. ]

Don't put 'im on the spot. Bein' modern don't mean he ain't all hung up in weird toxic bullshit.