He met her eyes, held her gaze in return as the corner of his mouth slowly curled up into a gentle smirk. He pressed her back with his chest, until she was back against the blanket, and leaned over her. Geralt propped himself up on one hand. The other smoothed up the length of her thigh, creamy pale skin beneath the hem of the dress she wore.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd guess you'd just spent the last hour trying to get me alone and to yourself. Guess you plan on making it worth your while."

The single lock of his hair which made its way out of his tail with regular disobedience hung between them. Geralt blew it out of his face.

"Unless you wanted to eat something first."