[ He's looking. How very amusing. Sleipnir rather likes being looked at. He tips his head to one side just slightly, still smiling, as if inviting Geralt's gaze still further.
This interest... might it turn into something of use, later? Something fun. ]
Would you like to test my mettle? Oh, we could have a fine duel, you and I.
[ The young nobleman says this with a glint in his steely eyes and the barest lilt of dark excitement in his voice. That in itself should tell Geralt something. Men who are skilled in the arts of war may be plentiful, but men who enjoy war are lunatics of a different breed entirely. His eyes are steady as they rest on Gerald's handsomely grizzled features. ]
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This interest... might it turn into something of use, later? Something fun. ]
Would you like to test my mettle? Oh, we could have a fine duel, you and I.
[ The young nobleman says this with a glint in his steely eyes and the barest lilt of dark excitement in his voice. That in itself should tell Geralt something. Men who are skilled in the arts of war may be plentiful, but men who enjoy war are lunatics of a different breed entirely. His eyes are steady as they rest on Gerald's handsomely grizzled features. ]