Geralt cocked his head at the thick accent and looked at Nina with thoughtful and hungry yellow eyes, catching the distant lights on the roof as the sky darkened quickly.

His thumb looped around one of her nipples gently. It was already pebbled from the sudden cool air, out from beneath what little clothing she'd worn. The dress suited her, but he preferred her this way. Less between them.

Reaching for her hands, he pulled them gently toward his belt buckle before reaching for her hair, spreading his fingers through it. He gave it a soft shake.

The smell of roses filled the air, Nina beneath it.