[There's nothing to indicate revulsion on Julian's face, and that earns him a reprieve from Geralt's stare. He turns his attention back to the food, licking the taste of salmon from his fingers.]

For one thing, they left the process more desirable as suitors. [It's something of a joke, but also true; the white hair in combination with the eyes tends to put people off. After a beat, he speaks again.] That was courtesy of them being spared additional mutations.

Is there such a science in your lands? I fear I'm speaking of things that do more to confound than explain.