[Geralt hasn’t the faintest idea what a ‘lothario’ is, but he can guess what Julian means by the context.

A Dandelion, basically.]

There are worst reputations to have than the suggestion of sexual prowess, and I’ve had several of them. I might like the change of pace.

[As long as the guards here don’t try to offer him unsolicited advice or criticism. Which they probably will, eventually.]

And they did mention the restrictions on submissive during orientation. Or rather, ‘the societal obligation dominants have to help the vulnerable and incapable of the population secure a good quality of life’. [His tone of voice couldn’t be more dry.] You can still get a job, and a dominant won't be required to hold your hand through each working day. Might need to do some under the table jobs to supplement, but you can make your own money. Once you have some extra to spend, all you need do is persuade someone to act as your personal postal service. Shouldn’t be hard. You already got drink and food out of me, and possibly my bed as well.

[Obviously he’s going to let Julian stay the night. He’s enjoying the company, and it’s the polite thing to do.]