Geralt wasn't angry. He wasn't... embarrassed. It wasn't worth the emotion. The moment the door divided him from the rest of the inn he took a breath and forced control on himself. This was idiotic. He only needed to explain to Jaskier that if they were going to...
No, no. He'd say that since they'd--
Fuck.
The door swung open with enough force that the vacuum of air created vexed the hinges and rocked Jaskier forward a step, more than enough for Geralt to be able to make a short grab for the front of his doublet and haul him bodily into the room. He was pushed back against the nearby wall and the door slammed closed for a second time in a short minute. "Our business," he grunted, applying pressure to the front of Jaskier's chest, "is our business. It is not the business of the barkeep, the patrons, or any random peasant that we might be passing on the road when the fancy takes you to talk of cock or your appetites. I am not the good Lady Rosetta of Novigrad or any of the other million wenches you joust with between the sheets when the fancy takes you to rut. Understand?"
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No, no. He'd say that since they'd--
Fuck.
The door swung open with enough force that the vacuum of air created vexed the hinges and rocked Jaskier forward a step, more than enough for Geralt to be able to make a short grab for the front of his doublet and haul him bodily into the room. He was pushed back against the nearby wall and the door slammed closed for a second time in a short minute. "Our business," he grunted, applying pressure to the front of Jaskier's chest, "is our business. It is not the business of the barkeep, the patrons, or any random peasant that we might be passing on the road when the fancy takes you to talk of cock or your appetites. I am not the good Lady Rosetta of Novigrad or any of the other million wenches you joust with between the sheets when the fancy takes you to rut. Understand?"