"And you can tell them you don't know what I am," Bull offers, taking the canteen back and taking a drink out of it himself. Sure, he doesn't need food so maybe he doesn't need water either, but who knows, with him? No one knows how the shit he works anyway, not completely, so maybe he does need it. Drinking it feels better than not, anyway, and that's a good enough reason to do a lot of things.

Not everything, he reminds himself, leaning over to set the canteen where the witcher can get to it easily and then moving back into his own space again, sitting up on his hip, legs curled up and horns brushing the canvas where the ceiling of the tent starts to dip. He makes his ears stop pressing themselves against his head, giving them a little flick to try and work the tension out.

Feeling good's a good enough reason to do a lot of things. But a witcher who isn't even into him? Some things are just stupid, and he damn well knows that.

"Maybe you found more than one lair, underground tunnels or something, and don't know where to head first. Some of the villagers are going to know that's crap, unless they think there's another bloodthirsty monster around, but they're all gonna keep their mouth shut. So, maybe you need to do some more research to figure out what I am so you know what to do. That'll get you an in into a couple places, right? Maybe not everyone but, you know."