For a moment, she's distracted by his touch, by his kiss. She rocked her hips toward him, encouraging. At least she'd long since disabused him of the notion that she might be a blushing virgin. Things had quickly gotten more fun after that reassurance, more creative, and Nina had tried some things she'd only ever thought about before.

But now, she wanted this. A soft, sweet sound escaped her beneath the press of his mouth and she met the pressure of his palm eagerly.

"Quieter than the apartment?" she breathed, managing to keep up her end of the conversation. She found that surprising, but maybe there was enough going on in the building, even on the top floor, that Geralt couldn't help but be aware of it.