Something. Perhaps the problem is that can apply to so many circumstances. (He's never been a monster in her eyes before. Not even the first time they met, before she ever knew him.)

He studies her. Waits, too, for her to strike once more. She doesn't.

Slowly, he circles around towards one of the exits. In case she decides to flee. She can attack him; he doesn't care about that. But he does not want her running through this fucking labyrinth alone. The last thing he needs is to watch her stumble into a trap.

There's a pause. Then: "It's Geralt." He already knows what she will say. "You don't remember me."