"I understand complicated. The man I loved for a long time had fantasies that involved killing me as often as they involved kissing me." Nina shrugged. The difference was that Matthias was here, and he had moved on. She was happy for him, even if it had taken her some time to get there.

Nina tucked her hair back and as her arm dropped she let it cross beneath her breasts. She propped her other elbow on it and sipped her wine, keeping her eyes on Geralt.

"I like you, Geralt. You wouldn't have been able to kiss me so much if I wasn't interested."

Her smile reappeared, more confident and maybe a little sly.

"Then be my friend. Don't lie to me, don't hide things from me, don't--" She wet her lips and took a deeper breath. "Don't act like I'm something revolting."