"I like bossy," he said, which was true. Near everyone he knew was bossy, aside from perhaps Zoltan, and Regis, who was simply long-winded. Geralt pressed himself off of the doorway and moved over toward her, ready to help finish with the wine. He pulled two squat wine glasses out of one of the cupboards. He only owned two of them.

"How are you feeling? Up for a talk?"

His tone suggested she was free to say no. It had been a far harder night for Nina than him.