"It's alright." He says. "You'd think I'd be happier about it. That there's somebody who wants to see me as a man and not as a witcher. Somebody who isn't overcome with the urge to scream or faint when she looks at me. I just don't want you to think I'm like this all the time. Maybe I'm not a monster, but I'm not a good man either. I'm not nice, I'm not kind or patient or loving. I'm rough and mistrusting. And I've done a lot of shit I regret, or didn't do things I should have done. And I don't want you to think that I'm gonna stick around if we...you know." He sighs.