"Not tonight," he said, and nodded his assent, so that she knew he meant that it wouldn't bother him. He hadn't been doing any hunting in the last few days, fortunately. He hadn't taken any decoctions, any philtres. He was feeling relatively human, in the greater scheme of things. It wouldn't be unbearable to spend the night in Nina's apartment with her, rather than at his camp in the woods.

Plus, the nights were growing damp and cold. Geralt could handle the weather, physically, but it was bad for his mood and worse for the ache in his bad leg.

"Maybe we could watch a movie."

He liked movies. He also didn't use his own television, at the apartment. He didn't know how and refused to learn. He looked young, but he was old at heart.