[There's a brief moment of hesitation when Geralt takes the effort to remove his boots, and then Julian finally sits down in the middle of the hall to work at pulling his boots off, a little gracelessly. They're not the easiest to get in and out of even when he's perfectly sober, but he takes it for the polite thing to do, doesn't really want to track any dirt from the Down or the alley they'd traversed through his most generous host's home.

And so it takes him a moment to join the other man, calls out from the hall when he hears that little jibe.]

Such confidence in me! I'll have you know, I can hold my liquor as well as the most hardened of pirates! Trust me, I've had some practice.

[He says, as he finally frees himself from his shoes and stands them up in the hall beside Geralt's, now barefoot himself with coat and jacket slung over one arm, stripped down to trousers, belt, and voluminous shirt. He steps into the lounge at last, though at the very least he appears to be walking in a more or less straight line.]

Just a few, and I promise I won't spoil your nice clean home.