Geralt can't argue that, so he doesn't bother trying. He snorts softly, the sound softer and better natured than a grunt. Someone converse in Geralt's various communicative noises might even call it rather good humored.
He shakes his head, letting the chocolate melt on his tongue, bittersweet as it coats his mouth.
"Not bad," he admits. "Not as sweet as most of the treats they throw at us here."
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He shakes his head, letting the chocolate melt on his tongue, bittersweet as it coats his mouth.
"Not bad," he admits. "Not as sweet as most of the treats they throw at us here."