"Elaine deargaderyn" he returned. Geralt wasn't very good at pet names, or naming things at all, but he was satisfied with himself and his effort. He reached for the bottle again, stealing it from Nina's hands to take a long draw. The alcohol would settle him.

"Sorry. Metabolism. I don't -- there's no refractory period."

There had been a reason, of course, that witchers were seen as a sexual curiosity.