Geralt gave Nina a dubious look. For as often as Lambert and Eskel had called him pretty boy, he had never considered himself good-looking. He was neither the dark, hulking, boisterously masculine man favored by the Kaedweni women and the girls of Skellige, nor the unblemished, self-assured, confident handsomeness of Dandelion, which was favored by the girls in the south. He could only imagine himself as a mangy, yellow-eyed mutt.

Though Yennefer had never complained; he had other skills.

"It'll start getting chilly soon."

He worked out another few pins. They were getting sparse now.

"Might want to break into those wine bottles you thought to have us bring."