I'd think having an understanding of what they're capable of is more important than trying to shield my delicate sensibilities.
[ While she fully understands his reasoning for attempting to dissuade her from examining the network, it feels misguided in this instance. She's no wilting flower, no one that can't handle bearing witness to cruelty, and she would rather know firsthand the lengths to which this city is willing to go to to punish LIERs than be caught unawares because she refrained from investigating the past.
She leverages him with a stare from across the table, realization dawning. ]
Unless it's one in particular you don't want me to see.
( he tries to sound dismissive about it, waving a hand like it's not that big a deal at all. he doesn't want her searching for it honestly because he knows what it looks like.
he remembers what he'd looked like after that. )
In comparison to some others, mine was mild. But, there's no point in looking, Yennefer. What will it accomplish but to make you angry?
[ She makes that clear by way of a shorter, clipped tone; whatever might exist on the network, if it's something intended for the rest of the city to see, is worth looking for in her mind simply to understand their methods. ]
I had no idea this would be the thing that would suddenly have you so concerned about making me angry.
[ Not when there have been other instances in their shared past that have achieved that with a remarkable quickness; he has a sense of how to get under her skin and vice versa, in all the ways that stick sharper than even the most stone-whetted blade. ]
Yennefer, you are going to do as you wish, I know that. I'm merely trying to tell you that what you might see is difficult to watch.
( his included. )
And you will be angry at this place for what they do and how they do it to people. But if you're fine with that, then watch them. Watch all of them but don't say I didn't warn you beforehand.
[ He's right, of course he is, but that doesn't mean it'll be enough to stop her from looking — or that his words will prompt her to want to spare herself from discovering the degree to which this city is willing to punish those that have apparently broken its laws. ]
Fine. Consider me duly warned.
[ She doesn't think she needs to tell him that her eyes have already borne witness to many horrible, difficult things — you don't get to live as long as they have without seeing more than a fair share of cruelty — but her gaze holds his across the table now, and something in her expression shifts for only the briefest moment. ]
Besides. [ Her voice shifts back into a more direct tone. ] It might be good for me to know what's in store for me if they discover I've fucked one too many fellow dominants.
( he wonders for half a second if she's said that to try and get a rise out of him. he's curious, of course, and he wants to ask which other dominants she's sleeping with but he holds his tongue and shrugs one shoulder. )
I suppose it is informative in that way, yes.
( and if she were going to keep on the path that he himself was on, she would end up with a citation sooner rather than later. )
[ She's mostly speaking in the hypothetical with regard to any fellow dominants; in reality, she hasn't slept with anyone since her arrival, at least not anyone else.
Quota is one of those nagging thoughts that's been on her mind, something she'll need to take steps to see to sooner rather than later, but part of her resists the idea of spreading her legs just to satisfy someone else's requirement.
Of course, at the present moment, she's not going to divulge any of that; she has the idle thought that he likely wouldn't want to know whether she's fucked anyone the same way she wouldn't relish hearing every detail of who's shared his bed. ]
Is it really only three times a month? [ She plays it off with a lighter tone of voice, the flick of a wrist. ] Easily managed.
You would be surprised at how many people have trouble with it.
( he's seen plenty of posts on the network about people being in jail because they haven't made quota. he's never paid close enough attention to know if it's by choice or if they just hadn't found anyone willing to sleep with them.
he's never had an issue and he knows that she won't either even if his mind skitters away from that thought. )
I don't want to call it fair but I suppose they could have set it even higher to make it even more difficult. So, we're fortunate there.
There's nothing in their rules about it being with the same person through all of those encounters, is there?
[ She doesn't even really require him to offer her confirmation; she's harbored her suspicion about it for some time, even if she hasn't made it around to fucking anyone else beyond the afternoon they'd shared. Despite that, she's uncertain if it counts as only the once, or if they'd paused enough times in between for it to be considered more than one notch on the monthly requirement.
She almost wants to laugh, albeit dryly, that she has to even so much as think about whether the time she'd spent in his bed counts toward some ridiculous quota, but instead she takes another sip of her drink. ]
Of course you wouldn't be at a lack for choice. I'm sure there are many women and men who want to be able to say they've had a witcher in their beds.
[ It is strange, ultimately, being in a place where few if any people have any kind of reference for witchers, or chaos, or things that they simply take for granted on the Continent because they've grown up with a certain level of knowledge of them all their lives.
Naturally, the route she has for dealing with her unsettled feelings about him meeting quota with anyone else is to simply make light of it. ]
Well, I imagine you're something of an... impressive novelty. [ She tilts her head slightly, letting her gaze rake over his face. ]
If they know nothing of witchers, surely that means they've never seen anyone like you before.
( and while his tone remains the same, there's a tightening of his jaw and a pinching of the skin at the corners of his eyes that tells her he doesn't appreciate that. )
Very kind of you.
( he shakes his head and sits back, lips pursed. )
[ She isn't being fair about it — letting her own complex emotions about the thought of him fucking other people directing her into placing those feelings elsewhere, and in that moment her expression sobers.
She won't apologize directly about it, but she does have the sense to look somewhat chagrined about resorting to something less kind. ]
I don't want you to go to jail, for what it's worth. [ That quiet admission finally leaves her, and she hastily ventures another sip of her drink, as if by doing so she can feign more nonchalance about expressing something in the vein of actual sentiment towards him. ]
( his tone hardens a bit and he looks away, still a little miffed about what she's said to him. despite acting like he doesn't have emotions, he does and some are better at picking at them than others. )
It's not something you have to concern yourself with. I've no intention of doing something to get myself placed into their prisons.
Intention and action can sometimes be two very different things.
[ She certainly has no plan to get herself arrested for anything that could be considered against these city's laws, even if she's convinced that many of them are arbitrary and unnecessary — and more than that, she definitely doesn't like being told who she can and cannot fuck.
Such stubbornness too is likely what earned him all of those citations, she thinks, finally pushing her drink across the table and moving to stand up. ]
But I'll leave you to finish your ale now. This has been... an enlightening conversation.
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Sometimes, the various punishments of people will appear on the public network. I would advise you not to look.
( he's sure she can handle it but he knows what he'd looked like after his own punishment and he's glad that no one close to him had seen it. )
There's no reason to subject yourself to it.
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[ While she fully understands his reasoning for attempting to dissuade her from examining the network, it feels misguided in this instance. She's no wilting flower, no one that can't handle bearing witness to cruelty, and she would rather know firsthand the lengths to which this city is willing to go to to punish LIERs than be caught unawares because she refrained from investigating the past.
She leverages him with a stare from across the table, realization dawning. ]
Unless it's one in particular you don't want me to see.
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( he tries to sound dismissive about it, waving a hand like it's not that big a deal at all. he doesn't want her searching for it honestly because he knows what it looks like.
he remembers what he'd looked like after that. )
In comparison to some others, mine was mild. But, there's no point in looking, Yennefer. What will it accomplish but to make you angry?
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[ She makes that clear by way of a shorter, clipped tone; whatever might exist on the network, if it's something intended for the rest of the city to see, is worth looking for in her mind simply to understand their methods. ]
I had no idea this would be the thing that would suddenly have you so concerned about making me angry.
[ Not when there have been other instances in their shared past that have achieved that with a remarkable quickness; he has a sense of how to get under her skin and vice versa, in all the ways that stick sharper than even the most stone-whetted blade. ]
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( his included. )
And you will be angry at this place for what they do and how they do it to people. But if you're fine with that, then watch them. Watch all of them but don't say I didn't warn you beforehand.
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Fine. Consider me duly warned.
[ She doesn't think she needs to tell him that her eyes have already borne witness to many horrible, difficult things — you don't get to live as long as they have without seeing more than a fair share of cruelty — but her gaze holds his across the table now, and something in her expression shifts for only the briefest moment. ]
Besides. [ Her voice shifts back into a more direct tone. ] It might be good for me to know what's in store for me if they discover I've fucked one too many fellow dominants.
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( he wonders for half a second if she's said that to try and get a rise out of him. he's curious, of course, and he wants to ask which other dominants she's sleeping with but he holds his tongue and shrugs one shoulder. )
I suppose it is informative in that way, yes.
( and if she were going to keep on the path that he himself was on, she would end up with a citation sooner rather than later. )
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Quota is one of those nagging thoughts that's been on her mind, something she'll need to take steps to see to sooner rather than later, but part of her resists the idea of spreading her legs just to satisfy someone else's requirement.
Of course, at the present moment, she's not going to divulge any of that; she has the idle thought that he likely wouldn't want to know whether she's fucked anyone the same way she wouldn't relish hearing every detail of who's shared his bed. ]
Is it really only three times a month? [ She plays it off with a lighter tone of voice, the flick of a wrist. ] Easily managed.
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( he's seen plenty of posts on the network about people being in jail because they haven't made quota. he's never paid close enough attention to know if it's by choice or if they just hadn't found anyone willing to sleep with them.
he's never had an issue and he knows that she won't either even if his mind skitters away from that thought. )
I don't want to call it fair but I suppose they could have set it even higher to make it even more difficult. So, we're fortunate there.
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[ She doesn't even really require him to offer her confirmation; she's harbored her suspicion about it for some time, even if she hasn't made it around to fucking anyone else beyond the afternoon they'd shared. Despite that, she's uncertain if it counts as only the once, or if they'd paused enough times in between for it to be considered more than one notch on the monthly requirement.
She almost wants to laugh, albeit dryly, that she has to even so much as think about whether the time she'd spent in his bed counts toward some ridiculous quota, but instead she takes another sip of her drink. ]
Of course you wouldn't be at a lack for choice. I'm sure there are many women and men who want to be able to say they've had a witcher in their beds.
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Most people don't even know what a witcher is. Why are you bringing that up anyway?
( he knows she is going to have to sleep with other people and he is doing his best not to think about it. )
Would you like me to just not fuck other people and go to jail?
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Naturally, the route she has for dealing with her unsettled feelings about him meeting quota with anyone else is to simply make light of it. ]
Well, I imagine you're something of an... impressive novelty. [ She tilts her head slightly, letting her gaze rake over his face. ]
If they know nothing of witchers, surely that means they've never seen anyone like you before.
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( and while his tone remains the same, there's a tightening of his jaw and a pinching of the skin at the corners of his eyes that tells her he doesn't appreciate that. )
Very kind of you.
( he shakes his head and sits back, lips pursed. )
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She won't apologize directly about it, but she does have the sense to look somewhat chagrined about resorting to something less kind. ]
I don't want you to go to jail, for what it's worth. [ That quiet admission finally leaves her, and she hastily ventures another sip of her drink, as if by doing so she can feign more nonchalance about expressing something in the vein of actual sentiment towards him. ]
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( his tone hardens a bit and he looks away, still a little miffed about what she's said to him. despite acting like he doesn't have emotions, he does and some are better at picking at them than others. )
It's not something you have to concern yourself with. I've no intention of doing something to get myself placed into their prisons.
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[ She certainly has no plan to get herself arrested for anything that could be considered against these city's laws, even if she's convinced that many of them are arbitrary and unnecessary — and more than that, she definitely doesn't like being told who she can and cannot fuck.
Such stubbornness too is likely what earned him all of those citations, she thinks, finally pushing her drink across the table and moving to stand up. ]
But I'll leave you to finish your ale now. This has been... an enlightening conversation.
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( he doesn't try and stop her from leaving, sitting back and watching her as she stands. )
I hope you find the rest of this place just as enlightening.