[It's not necessarily a sentiment he disagrees with. Far from it. It's only his appreciation typically goes towards other things that are not... cheese. However, were he in her position and trapped in a cell, that opinion could have vastly changed.
He relaxes back against a perfectly made seat in the water, as if carved out from the stones (it is), with plenty of room for them both to stretch their legs even without touching. He watches her simply because he can't not; she is simply not like any woman he's ever seen.
Obviously. Because she's a dragon. Gods, though, her scales are truly lovely.]
As you know, he is always tired. [He brings it back once she's sank into it, stretching his arms out along the rock ridge of the springs, a bit of dandelion tickling the back of his neck.] That's the thing, he doesn't. [He pauses. His conversation with Estinien had not gone particularly well, but he's sure both he and Geralt find Himeka less... single-minded. Funny enough.] They came to Cadens instead. Looking for him. Perhaps all of us. I'm not sure.
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He relaxes back against a perfectly made seat in the water, as if carved out from the stones (it is), with plenty of room for them both to stretch their legs even without touching. He watches her simply because he can't not; she is simply not like any woman he's ever seen.
Obviously. Because she's a dragon. Gods, though, her scales are truly lovely.]
As you know, he is always tired. [He brings it back once she's sank into it, stretching his arms out along the rock ridge of the springs, a bit of dandelion tickling the back of his neck.] That's the thing, he doesn't. [He pauses. His conversation with Estinien had not gone particularly well, but he's sure both he and Geralt find Himeka less... single-minded. Funny enough.] They came to Cadens instead. Looking for him. Perhaps all of us. I'm not sure.