"It was the plan."

Geralt made good on the plan, giving Nina another bounce before setting off on their way toward her apartment building with his usual stride; long, loping, like his namesake.

He liked the feel of her fingers, her short but shapely nails, gently brushing over his scalp. It made him exceptionally eager to get them to their destination. He could think of a lot of things that they could do on a blanket, and was contemplating whispering them to Nina on the way.