[ 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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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.