Tried to push me into something you know I don't want, [ he says dully. ] So you can what? Lie to me, cover shit up, even when I might be able to feel it happening?

[ Unlike most mirrorbound objections to bonding, Geralt doesn't actually mind the notion of someone invading all his privacy. He grumbles about having his mind read, but when you boil right down to it, there's nothing so sacred about him that's worth protecting.

But he hates being jerked around. More than anything. ]

Go back to the city, Paloma.