The witcher had the reflexes to grab the shift of fabric before it hit him, but he let it land over his head anyway, and then let it sit there fore a moment, before removing it. She could tease him a little, if she liked. He'd been led to believe he deserved it.

Geralt pulled the dress from his face and set it aside on the bathroom counter. He didn't answer Nina with words; only a very small quirk of his lips into a smile.

Once the water started pooling in the porcelain tub, he crossed the distance to step in, testing it with a white toe.

""Depends on how well you expect me to behave myself."