Nina reached up to make sure the medallion didn't swing too close to her face. It hadn't yet, in all their tumbling around together, but it was big enough that it looked like it might hurt if it hit her chin.

She let her hand fall and ended up reaching beneath her back to unclasp her bra; she tried not to blush. His compliments took her off guard - maybe because they were so easily given and not buried under anything too flowery.

Nina tossed her bra aside and resisted the first answer to pop into her mind. Too crass - too Barrel. But anything that came to mind that was as bluntly honest as Geralt had the decency to be sounded almost the same.

"Far enough that I really will have to knock someone unconscious if they come out here," she quipped. She reached for his hips to pull him closer. "All the way, dorohyy."