Why would I have a beard? [Not that he's against having one, of course, but it almost sounds like an insult that he doesn't have one. And small! He's taller than she is!
Well, he'll let it slide. Since she's a princess.
He stiffens only a moment at her touch, but relaxes into it quickly. It's only -- he's still not used to touch, after all that, and not so casually. Geralt, of course, only shoves him around when he's in danger. And Yennefer's touches are... different. And the three of them haven't --
He should not be thinking of this now, around her. He isn't! There goes the thoughts.] No matter what. [He repeats the words, then laughs.] Of course. Destiny. I still don't think he believes in it. And you -- you do? How refreshing.
[She was refreshing in general, actually. Already, he could see bits of Geralt in her, but she was also not so damn dour. And with a sense of humor! Thank the gods.] So you know me? Am I still famous and handsome? Handsomely famous, I imagine. I would have it no other way.
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Well, he'll let it slide. Since she's a princess.
He stiffens only a moment at her touch, but relaxes into it quickly. It's only -- he's still not used to touch, after all that, and not so casually. Geralt, of course, only shoves him around when he's in danger. And Yennefer's touches are... different. And the three of them haven't --
He should not be thinking of this now, around her. He isn't! There goes the thoughts.] No matter what. [He repeats the words, then laughs.] Of course. Destiny. I still don't think he believes in it. And you -- you do? How refreshing.
[She was refreshing in general, actually. Already, he could see bits of Geralt in her, but she was also not so damn dour. And with a sense of humor! Thank the gods.] So you know me? Am I still famous and handsome? Handsomely famous, I imagine. I would have it no other way.