[The question of Geralt's humanity has come up a lot. It's a bit of a theme with him.]

I'm something in between. It would be an offense to the elves to say my differences are as profound as theirs. It's not as if Witchers had land to lose.

[Geralt laughs, which means he exhales through his nose and smiles thinly. He's a little curious about this man who's as meek as a temple maiden. His tone softens as Geralt reminds himself to be gentler. Treat Ben like... like a skittish horse. Soft tone. No sudden movements. Steady mood.]

I'll answer your questions as long as you keep a barrel of beer tapped, and I'll have some of my own for you.

[An awkward pause and Geralt looks a little stiffer than normal.]

I don't know a fucking thing about this vessel.