No conspiracy. [ She holds a hand up innocently. ] I just made one offhand suggestion, 'cause he was already hellbent on torturin' you. Specifically said he would trick you. And also that you can't reach behind your head 'cause your arms are too big. [ Look, she told Jaskier she'd make Geralt forget. She didn't say she wouldn't sell him out first.

She sets her drink on the counter and then turns in her seat, drapes her arms over his shoulders and grazes her nails over the back of his neck. Her eyelids lower a bit as she exhales. ] Wolves are welcome, but they might not make it back out.

[ The longer she focuses on him, the more the club fades back to its normal state, which is useful because she is not sure either of them are sober enough to maintain balance on a table again. One of her hands slides down his arm to catch his fingers and she stands up to pull him behind her toward the stairs. ]