[Of course he is. He's recently come out of a(nother) traumatic event, he's experienced a full and violent death (even if it were only an illusion,) and now he's in a place surrounded by the friendliest monsters he's ever met in his life.
There's never been a better time to be a prick.
Especially when his own prick is getting so much damn attention for it. He hisses, but it's only with pleasure, nails digging deeply into Geralt's thigh as he becomes closer to holding on so he isn't moving to desperately fuck into his hand, because he can hold out, thank you, specifically to tease.
It is not Geralt's fault the question is phrased so specifically. He knows he does not mean it -- does not mean to invoke what just happened to him. The only reason he does not stop immediately, thinking of Nadine, is because in the end, no matter what, they both wanted it.
He wraps his fingers around Geralt's wrist, a wistfulness to his smile, if only for a second.] No. I don't want you polite or anything else. [His grip loosens.] Though it would do you some good, I think, to say please.
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There's never been a better time to be a prick.
Especially when his own prick is getting so much damn attention for it. He hisses, but it's only with pleasure, nails digging deeply into Geralt's thigh as he becomes closer to holding on so he isn't moving to desperately fuck into his hand, because he can hold out, thank you, specifically to tease.
It is not Geralt's fault the question is phrased so specifically. He knows he does not mean it -- does not mean to invoke what just happened to him. The only reason he does not stop immediately, thinking of Nadine, is because in the end, no matter what, they both wanted it.
He wraps his fingers around Geralt's wrist, a wistfulness to his smile, if only for a second.] No. I don't want you polite or anything else. [His grip loosens.] Though it would do you some good, I think, to say please.