"Not much of a poet." He was apologetic, but amused. Geralt knew where his best qualities lay, and knowing how to talk about his emotions wasn't one of those areas. But he also knew Nina didn't need to hear his words to confirm how he was feeling.

He kissed her back, chasing after the sweet taste of her mouth.Leaning against her side, he reached across her for the bottle of wine again.

"Glad you liked it too. Nice to know I haven't finally soured with age."