[ huffing a bit of a laugh at her barb, which is certainly less vicious than it might have been previously, he tilts his head in recognition and takes a sip of his own cocoa before responding.

none of this is new to him, he's been here nearly six months now ( long nap, not withstanding ), but having been told by geralt that she'd recently departed, he's curious to find out what she knows and what she plans. the last yennefer he remembers, before "returning" home, was one who was bitter and hateful, and though he doesn't blame her, he rather likes the witch he's come to know during their shared adventures in oxenfurt. ]

All in good time. A friend did tell me I looked like a rockstar, though. Whatever that is.

[ his shoulders lift and fall in a relaxed shrug. there's no hint of tenseness in him, like what might have been there before whenever he'd been around her. ]

Tell me, what's the last thing you remember?