Geralt made a sound of relief and pleasure to discover just what ina considered snacks. He didn't know if she'd done it for his sake, or for her own, but he was appreciative of that propensity of hers regardless. He pulled out some of the packages and set them on the blanket.

"It's not too dark for you up here? I could help."

Geralt gave her another long, lazy once-over, face gentle and filled with lingering desire. He could be happy, just staring at her for hours. But he doubted she would be so happy just sitting there being enjoyed.

"Just thinking of your honor," he teased. "Whatever's left of it now that you've spoilt it by bedding an evil, greedy witcher."