His gaze flicks briefly to the side at Lucifer before he returns to what he's doing. True. He didn't care to exchange any words with Lucifer up until the demon landed beneath his stairs, and that had been. Minimal. Brief. Then he forgot every fucking soul he ever loved. Which is not, despite Lucifer's assertion, the reason he didn't engage, but if Lucifer wants to believe that Geralt sees no reason to correct him.

Tonight is the most they've ever spoken.

He's silent for a while. Makes a vague contemplative noise in answer. Lucifer is right: he isn't much of a talker. Rarely finds contributing to a conversation worth his efforts.

But he does speak up, given time. "And what else did you learn?"