"I guess I'm just supposed to take them at their word." Eskel says. "I didn't say the Code always made sense, just that I'm supposed to follow it." And from what he's seen, even the most devout and studious witcher was known to bend the Code. "I mean...okay, let's say you have a panther, right? A panther needs to eat, it needs to hunt. Can't hold that against them. But when they come into a human settlement, you need to chase them off or, if they pose a real danger and can't be moved then sometimes they have to be put down. It's like that. I just try to convince them to go somewhere they can't hurt humans or maybe convince them to be more careful. Or ply their charms with other sentient nonhumans, who are usually stronger." Much stronger in some cases-- how long had he been in that succubus' lair before she'd finally exhausted him enough that he could no longer satisfy, but still healthy enough that he could stagger away with his life? Longer than any human man could ever hope for, certainly. He brow furrows and he shrugs. "And I guess it's like panthers too with the forests and caves and human settlements getting closer and closer by the decade, causing problems." He hangs his head, shaking it. Feeling bad that he's agitated his new companion, judging by the the tail. Not worried about him getting aggressive, but unhappy that he's offended.

"I'm not good at explaining this shit. These days I'm alone more often than I'm not, and a person kinda gets caught up in your own head, and the talking bit makes 'em sound like a halfwit." He sits back and heaves a sigh, reaching for a more light-hearted remark.

"And, in all fairness, I'll admit that they're real pretty for something so dangerous."