[Just another of his idiosyncrasies-- that he hails from a sexually permissive society and is also an incorrigible flirt, though perhaps both those things will set him in good stead when it comes to coping with his current situation. No doubt he's dealing with it far better than many others. As things stand, he catches the look on the other man's face before he quickly focuses his attention on the elevator keys, and behind his back Julian smirks, though not unkindly. He'll write Geralt up as a shy sort, though it also reiterates his earlier conclusion that he's in the company of a gentleman.

Not the kind to take advantage of drunk men in vulnerable social positions, clearly.

Vaguely he considers ribbing him about it, but why risk offending someone who has gone out of his way to be hospitable to a perfect stranger? And so he rearranges his expression into something entirely more neutral just as the elevator door slides open.]

You're putting yourself at risk of never being rid of me, you realise. I've been informed by some people that I talk rather too much.