[ Eddie does accept it as a joke, and it eases his anxiety just a little bit. He snorts, and that “I can and will die right here if anyone raises their voice at me” expression on his face lifts a couple degrees. ]

Oh, shit, my mistake.

[ Despite the joke, he’s clearly nervous, his fingers twitching and his feet shuffling against the floor, ready to bolt if need be. Geralt is intimidating, but he doesn’t seem vengeful when it comes to intruders in his big creepy castle, so Eddie scampers after him. He’ll never say it, but he’s more than happy to leave those mysterious screams behind. ]

Uh, yeah, pretty much. Sorry, dude. You know, you might wanna consider hiring a maid—

[ He watches as the blood disappears, and his joke dies on his tongue. ]

Or not. Uh...I’m Eddie.