There are consequences, but they’ll be hard-pressed to get someone of my make to worry about them.

[It’s perhaps stupid and anachronistic, but Geralt won’t break the witcher code – or his moral code, rather – even under threat of punishment, and often even death. And this is in part because he really is that stubborn (and perhaps a little obsessed with honour), but it’s also because he’s a witcher, and the claim people make that witcher’s are ‘fearless freaks’ aren’t without substance. Though it’s less about them being fearless, and more them being resigned to things like pain and death. Once you’ve seen your insides somewhere other than inside you, most threats – particularly the pitiful ones Duplicity is using to try and compel compliance – tend to lose their punch.

Geralt lifts his own glass, then takes a hearty swig. Once he’s done, he considers Julian for a long moment. He looks young. In his twenties, most likely. Thirties at most.]

Well, lets see. Give me your age and I’ll tell you how much older I am.