[The man looks at Julian without reproach. Evidently his act is a convincing one, and what’s not to like about a submissive that’s eager and knows their place? Sufficiently placated, he nods and finishes tapping the necessary information into his device, then bids them goodnight – winking just before he departs.

The elevator creaks as Geralt and Julian enter it. The sound used to make Geralt nervous; being stuck in a creaking metal box isn’t the most reassuring of positions, but after the fourth use or so, he’s gotten used to it. He waits until they’ve put some distance between themselves and the security team before speaking.]

We’ll have to think of a new ruse should we find ourselves needing to do that again. The man didn't look like he appreciated my tone of voice. [Or, you know… being told to shove something up his ass.]