[Drunk as he is, Geralt doesn’t much care about the quality of Julian's voice, only that he’s putting on a show – and quite an entertaining one at that. While he doesn't offer any singing of his own, he does hum along, and he outright claps when Julian is done. Although the clapping comes to an abrupt end when Julian starts to fall. Geralt jumps up to offer assistance, which, considering how much gin is sloshing around his stomach, isn’t the smartest of decisions, and he ends up bent over the coffee table instead.

They’re both a mess.]

Well. [He speaks over Julian's laughter.] That wasn’t bad, not bad at all, but I don’t think either of us are in any state for an encore.

[After struggling to his feet, he approaches Julian with a hand extended.]

I’d bend down to make this easier, but I'd end up joining you down there if I did.

[Or puking. Either one.]