His brow furrows. He resists the gut urge to snap at her, feed her some kind of line about how badly she's mis-estimating his temperament. A tension rolls though his body, but he tries not to let it show too much, the hand not offered to the horse curled tightly.
"Depends. If you met my brothers after they'd been mauled half to death, they'd probably be reasonably tame too." That's probably not true, Lambert would resent, curse and rail against the kindness of every stitch, every gesture of kindness from this brave and noble woman with the same volatile disposition one might expect in a wounded beast. Geralt would probably try to sleep with her even mangled as he was (not that there was anything inherently unkind or dangerous about that, it was just kind of ridiculous).
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Date: 2020-09-02 03:59 pm (UTC)"Depends. If you met my brothers after they'd been mauled half to death, they'd probably be reasonably tame too." That's probably not true, Lambert would resent, curse and rail against the kindness of every stitch, every gesture of kindness from this brave and noble woman with the same volatile disposition one might expect in a wounded beast. Geralt would probably try to sleep with her even mangled as he was (not that there was anything inherently unkind or dangerous about that, it was just kind of ridiculous).