Dandelion had theorized that there's something about witchers and sorceresses that make them particularly predisposed towards being attracted to each other; Geralt just thinks that part of it is easily explainable by the fact that sorceresses are all preternaturally beautiful. The rest may be a result of their shared longevity and otherness, working for and closely with humans but never part of them. Regardless of the reasons, though, Lambert's fond of Keira and it seems that she's quite taken with him, and that's not a bad place to start.
Geralt huffs a laugh; there had been a number of times, before they were together, that Dandelion would've attributed his foul moods to a lack of whores.
"I don't know, does it?" he asks. "I haven't been much of a prick to you. Not that I've been visiting brothels lately, I don't really need to."
Not when he's had a bard warming his bed for the past year. For a man his age, Dandelion is... vigorous, and even if Geralt had the inclination to visit a whore, he certainly wouldn't have the energy. Were this any other man, Geralt might have thought that he was trying to keep him too well-fucked to ever want another, but he knows Dandelion.
"If yours is still such an ass even after he's dropped all of his coin on whores," Geralt says, "perhaps he needs something that he can't get from whores."
And that's not just an idle observation-- whores are good for scratching an itch, dealing with something that's just a biological function. And Geralt likes a good orgasm just fine, but there are things beyond just an orgasm that he craves and that a loving partner provides. Soft touches and tender words, falling asleep with a warm body tucked securely in his arms. Even this Geralt would be grumpier if all that was lost to him, too.
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Geralt huffs a laugh; there had been a number of times, before they were together, that Dandelion would've attributed his foul moods to a lack of whores.
"I don't know, does it?" he asks. "I haven't been much of a prick to you. Not that I've been visiting brothels lately, I don't really need to."
Not when he's had a bard warming his bed for the past year. For a man his age, Dandelion is... vigorous, and even if Geralt had the inclination to visit a whore, he certainly wouldn't have the energy. Were this any other man, Geralt might have thought that he was trying to keep him too well-fucked to ever want another, but he knows Dandelion.
"If yours is still such an ass even after he's dropped all of his coin on whores," Geralt says, "perhaps he needs something that he can't get from whores."
And that's not just an idle observation-- whores are good for scratching an itch, dealing with something that's just a biological function. And Geralt likes a good orgasm just fine, but there are things beyond just an orgasm that he craves and that a loving partner provides. Soft touches and tender words, falling asleep with a warm body tucked securely in his arms. Even this Geralt would be grumpier if all that was lost to him, too.