The young man stares for a moment or two when he turns towards Geralt, but that's fine-- he's used to that kind of reaction. He knows that his appearance is intimidating, and in general, he prefers it that way, but it's sometimes a bit of a barrier to getting customers to come back. He tries, at least, to not be too frightening to children, but he still has all the muscle that he put on while he had nothing else to do in prison except work out and read, so he can't help but take up space. Built like a brick shithouse, Yen used to say, and that was even before he bulked up a bit. Now he's built like a brick shithouse on steroids or something.

Well. He could at least try not to scare this guy off, especially because he claims to already know how to ride. If Geralt really doesn't have to babysit him while he's here and he's interested in more than just a one-off thing, than he could be a consistent, easy customer who won't cause him any grief.

"Geralt," he replies, and gives the offered hand a brief shake. Then the man keeps talking, and the misgivings start to emerge again. Geralt frowns, his brow furrowing in a manner that he knows makes people nervous.

"How do you know my daughter?" Is he going to have to start keeping better track of what Ciri does on the internet? He knew he shouldn't have let her get that Twitter thing, she's always on it and he never knows what she's looking at. Something about memes, whatever those are. "She's too young to be talking to you."

He's going to have to sit Ciri down and have the Stranger Danger talk, isn't he. Talking to strange men on the internet, what's she thinking? If this creep keeps showing up and trying to talk to her or meet her or god help him, look at her funny, Geralt will kick his ass all the way back to the city.