[Geralt gets up without a word and when he returns with the platters of food Julian's expression is caught somewhere between humbled and flustered because this isn't how things generally play out, this isn't how they go. But whilst accepting ordinary kindness seems a difficult pill for him to swallow, it seems this veritable stranger knows exactly the correct words to cajole him along.
He wouldn't want to be impolite or offend, not when someone is being so generous with him. And he does recognise the idiocy of refusal-- he's been hard-up before, has been in situations where food is hard to come-by, knows what real hunger feels like. Besides, tall and svelte as he is, he can't really afford to go dropping too much weight.
And that hangover-- it really will be a killer if he doesn't eat anything at all today. Something he knows from experience.]
Ah, well you're uh, you're too kind. But I wouldn't want to be impolite.
[And so he'll slide his long body onto the seat beside the other man, dig into the food as requested.]
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He wouldn't want to be impolite or offend, not when someone is being so generous with him. And he does recognise the idiocy of refusal-- he's been hard-up before, has been in situations where food is hard to come-by, knows what real hunger feels like. Besides, tall and svelte as he is, he can't really afford to go dropping too much weight.
And that hangover-- it really will be a killer if he doesn't eat anything at all today. Something he knows from experience.]
Ah, well you're uh, you're too kind. But I wouldn't want to be impolite.
[And so he'll slide his long body onto the seat beside the other man, dig into the food as requested.]