In a sense, he's aware he's already shown his hand by trying to keep the door shut in the first place. Possibly, if Lucifer had caught him another time, he may have reacted differently. Lucifer, though, is not the first unwanted guest to end up here. Each time it happens, it feels...

Worse.

Geralt knows that without context it is impossible to truly discern what that place even means. He knows that even if the truth were to be known, it shouldn't matter. His past is not hidden. He doesn't speak of it because it isn't a pleasant topic to be had. Not because the details are secret.

But rational thought is a struggle as of late. This piece of himself, it's personal. There's an unshakable sensation of being intruded upon, digging under his skin. It sends a spark of something hot and cold all at once through his blood.

"We can either stand here for days or you can leave. Your choice."