Bull frowns down at the floor, obviously not liking what he's hearing. His tail flicks hard enough to hit the hand draped over his hip. Sure, it's fine to hear that the witcher doesn't think it's safe in general terms, but once you start getting specific...

He sighs.

"I guess it's been a while since I've seen any of them work," he admits unhappily and then, because it's right there off the bare hint of what might have been an evasive look, off the topic itself, and because if there's any witcher who's not going to get violent the moment you aim for what might be a sore spot, it would probably be this one: "What's that code you mentioned say about letting them go? If you're right about all that crap, they're just going to move on and keep hurting people somewhere else. Your witcher friends back home let them go too, or you just really like a nice pair of tits?"