Geralt managed to keep his face plain, to only make little more than a soft sigh. But his witcher heart betrayed him, the usual eep, slow beat of it jumping at the pleasure, the arousal that rolled warmly across his face and down his shoulders. He cursed, softly but colorfully, as he jogged them both up the stairs and toward the elevator of the building at the side of the lobby.

"If I ever thought such a thing, you've definitely disabused me of the notion."