Think about it? [ Lambert, predictably, doesn't take the hint, and the pitch of his voice rise along with his temper, his grip on Geralt's hands tightening as though sheer force of physicality might be enough to glue their psyches together. ]
We've already thought about it. We agreed to it. You must be messing something up.
[ His words might be meant for the witch, but his golden-eyed gaze snaps sharply to Geralt, suspicious. ]
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We've already thought about it. We agreed to it. You must be messing something up.
[ His words might be meant for the witch, but his golden-eyed gaze snaps sharply to Geralt, suspicious. ]