"Yeah. You did."

Geralt was on top of her in moments, stretched, long and lean, above her. His face was a brief smile, before he pressed their mouths together and rolled them over, pulling Nina on top of him. He didn't let the kiss go.

When he finally pulled away, it was only to sit them up and pull Nina into a seat on his lap. Now that they were settled, he let himself lounge, loose-boned, on the blanket, satching Nina's face.