The bard smells even more alarmingly like anxiety and stress, and Geralt has an almost instinctive need to try to alleviate it. That's what he's done in the past-- his mere presence is usually enough to put Dandelion at ease, and anything that isn't solved by simply being there can be solved with a few words or action. There's a surprising amount of Dandelion's troubles that can be fixed either by Geralt looking menacing-- though the things that need that particular brand of problem-solving have dropped off considerably since he's been living at Corvo Bianco and sharing Geralt's bed-- or by letting the bard rest his head on his chest and listening to him talk.

He imagines that this wouldn't go over very well in this instance.

But answering questions? That he could do.

"You're definitely not in Oxenfurt," he replies. "Toussaint, actually. This is the Corvo Bianco estate. It's, uh. Mine. Payment for a contract."

He starts to lead the bard back towards the villa, where, in all likelihood, breakfast would already be laid out for them. The usual kind of breakfast that they would make for any normal day-- eggs and ham with bread and butter as Geralt preferred, fruit pastries and fragrant herbal tea for Dandelion.

"I take it that you don't go by Dandelion. So... Buttercup? Is that what I should call you?"