"Don't go telling everybody." He says, with a laugh. "It's bad for the guild's reputation." He drapes an arm loosely over the gate, where the horse can give him a sniff if she wants. She leans forward to snuffle the back of his hand, looking a bit like she can't make up her mind. Eskel isn't surprised, witchers smell slightly different from normal men. But in his experience, she'll get over it after a little while.