[And he lifts his glass readily to be filled-- he does recall Geralt saying they were only going to indulge in a few, but he certainly has no intention of reminding him should the other man forget. In all likeliness Julian will keep drinking until such a time as Geralt cuts him off, he passes out, or they run out of gin.]

Hmm. I do rather prefer doctor, and I am medically trained. Plus, the villainous healer Julian Devorak doesn't sound right at all, does it?

[He smiles his very best villainous smile, arches a brow in a rakish manner. Never mind that the dubious accolade has very little to do with his true intentions or personality. Swigging from his glass, he grows a little more serious, though.]

And I suppose I call it that because...well. For a long time I believed it was a kind of punishment. A taunt, from that ex of mine. You see I um, I'm not...opposed to a bit of roughness, a bit...or a lot...of pain. And...well I'll spare you the details but I had reason to believe he might take some sly satisfaction from inflicting something on me that would mean the taking on of other people's wounds, and the fast healing of my own. Plus...when one believes oneself a murderer, or at least suspects it, sometimes one ends up wondering whether--

[He shakes his head, decides against admitting that he'd been quite ready to die, but that no wound he'd ever sustained had been enough to ensure it.]

But never mind all that. I suppose I know better now, so perhaps I ought to start calling it something else.