"Oh don't look at me like that. I think you're handsome, and I'm a difficult person to argue with."

At least she knew her flaws. Thanks to Zoya, she could enumerate every single one of them. She traced her fingertips down the straight bridge of his nose and gave him a light kiss.

Nina felt the braid start to loosen as Geralt ran out of pins. She leaned away from him to pull the basket closer, and the bottle of wine Geralt had carried out. There was a second one inside the basket itself, but that wasn't why she wanted it.

She put the pins in the basket, not wanting to lose them, and retrieved a cork screw.

"I wasn't sure how uncivilized we wanted to be up here. There's two cups in there, but we could always abandon all etiquette and drink straight from the bottle," she said as she worked the cork out.