"Heard that one too, huh?" He laughs. Who on earth had she been talking to, that was so preoccupied with the stamina and animal passion of the unnatural witcher. "That rumor is true." He promises her. "Having already worked all day in the fields?" He considers it, though it's very hard to think with her touching his cock like that, the sure steady stroke of her swordsman's fingers. He's sure he's going to be sore himself: his freshly scarred arm already aches somewhat from the day's labors. Not that he cares in the slightest, though he does avoid promising too much: "Two, three times? And then if we have time in the morning, I'll happily send you off feeling like you've already been riding for miles." He grins his lopsided grin.