Bull studies him, thinking about his answer. He wants to make it sound like there's a chance he'll lead the witcher to them, give him all the reasons he can find to keep Bull alive, but Bull also doesn't want to give away too much. But there's that lying thing; his heartbeat, the smell of his sweat - that's familiar, good ways to read someone, but Bull's not used to being on the other side of it. Especially not with someone - something - he can't really predict, doesn't really know. Witchers haven't been a whole lot more than scary stories up till now, based in fact but vague, distant. How much exactly can he smell? If they were back in the rain, would that help hide the beating of his heart, whatever smells a witcher's nose might be sensitive to?
No point in overthinking it. Be careful, instead, don't lie but pick out the truths it won't hurt anyone to show.
Alright. Yeah. He can do that. He's tense, sure, maybe a little nervous, maybe enough that it shows to whatever senses the witcher's got, but he's always been good under pressure. He can let the nerves sharpen his mind, think past the pull of months without so much as a friendly face - some of the girls were grateful, some of them were scared of him, most of them weren't really feeling that chatty so he's not sure how much they count - and he can figure out how to give the right answer.
"You don't smell that bad yourself," he says first, off the witcher shaking his head like that. He doesn't know what the witcher's thinking about, if something's getting to him or not, but he can try to use it, say that, give the guy a flirty little grin, and if he's lucky, if nothing else it might throw the guy off a little.
"The girls, though. Few of em aren't that far away." Relatively, anyway. Make it sound like the Bull could lead him there, not like it'd take at least a couple days hard ride to catch up to the closest one. "Let me ask you something, though. What if some of them didn't want to go back? Still worth the extra money to round them all back up, one by one?"
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No point in overthinking it. Be careful, instead, don't lie but pick out the truths it won't hurt anyone to show.
Alright. Yeah. He can do that. He's tense, sure, maybe a little nervous, maybe enough that it shows to whatever senses the witcher's got, but he's always been good under pressure. He can let the nerves sharpen his mind, think past the pull of months without so much as a friendly face - some of the girls were grateful, some of them were scared of him, most of them weren't really feeling that chatty so he's not sure how much they count - and he can figure out how to give the right answer.
"You don't smell that bad yourself," he says first, off the witcher shaking his head like that. He doesn't know what the witcher's thinking about, if something's getting to him or not, but he can try to use it, say that, give the guy a flirty little grin, and if he's lucky, if nothing else it might throw the guy off a little.
"The girls, though. Few of em aren't that far away." Relatively, anyway. Make it sound like the Bull could lead him there, not like it'd take at least a couple days hard ride to catch up to the closest one. "Let me ask you something, though. What if some of them didn't want to go back? Still worth the extra money to round them all back up, one by one?"