[Geralt smiles a small, unpleasant smile. Congratulations, Julian: you were completely right to doubt.]

The unpleasantness and pain is worth it, indeed. The creation of a witcher has societal benefits, after all. People can live in comfort and security knowing there’s the likes of me prepared to kill and die on their behalf, and they only need compensate us enough for it to lick our wounds once we’re done. [By his tone of voice, it can be gathered that he’s not exactly thrilled about this arrangement. Frankly, you could drown in the depth of the sarcasm, which is surprising for a man who, up until this point, has been emotionally reserved.]

But tell me, what is this enhancement you have? But I must warn you: if it turns out to be an euphemism for what you have in your trousers, I will be taking your alcohol away.