Hearing that actually helped her to relax a little. "Well," she said as Geralt headed down the short hall. "I can't imagine it's comfortable."

She peered into the bedroom a bit and the moment she saw bare, scarred skin, a blush rushed into her face and heat through the rest of her. Right. Nina bit her lip and retreated back to the kitchen before she saw more than she'd been invited to see.

And she tried not to think of the occasion or two when Geralt had worn just a towel around her apartment. The apartment smelled faintly of him and she was entirely sure that was not helping her state of mind.

So she tried to be useful and kept an eye on the wine as it warmed, finding a spoon to stir it with so it wouldn't develop a film or anything. The mulling spices smelled wonderful.