Bull frowns, taps his fingers on the floor again, sighs and then he looks up. "Not after anything. Just wanted to feel things out before I answer your question. Know I'm going to have to eventually. I already led up to it too hard to try and lie. Not that I think you'll try anything, you seem like a really decent guy. Just seems kind of mean to tell you now, after all that. I don't know."
He looks at the canteen, wanting to lean up and drink out of it, but he remembers the witcher trying to calm him down, like he thinks Bull might fly off the handle or something, and knows the way he's going about this right now probably isn't the most reassuring way he could have handled it. Better not to make too many moves in case the guy starts feeling twitchy.
"I was asking you what you witchers know about the way that monsters have kids because I'm pretty sure I'm some kind of crossbreed. Really sure at this point, I guess. None of the uh, women who brought me up knew about anyone else like that, so there's got to be more to it than just who sleeps with what. By the time I got old enough to start asking questions, though, I couldn't find the one who actually did the deed. Kind of wish I could, just to meet whoever had the balls of steel to fuck a fiend. Shit, can you imagine?"
Bull sighs. That would be a nice little detour, if he had the wiggle room to move the conversation down that road instead. But he was already giving the witcher weird vibes by being all indirect and crap, wasn't he, and it's not like the guy's just going to stop asking. Just got to grit his teeth and do it - gently, though, if he can. You know, considering.
"I figure something almost wanted me to be a satyr, but then that something got... confused, I guess. Almost got there. So, you mentioned how some of the people in town knew about me, right? They just didn't want to tell you. They were holding stuff back, and some of it was about me. What kind of monsters you met that can get that close to people? That friendly with them? Sure, they all dropped me now-"
And if there's a little bitterness when he says that part, so what? It isn't the first time. He'll get over it.
"-But they liked me just fine when I was giving them what they wanted. What they needed." He pauses, still watching the witcher, then goes on almost gently. "And none of them even seemed addled, I'd bet. Or exhausted, or dehydrated, or maimed, or any of that other stuff you've seen. I like to think they're better off but, you know. Guess I might be a little biased."
it's all good I knew it was you
He looks at the canteen, wanting to lean up and drink out of it, but he remembers the witcher trying to calm him down, like he thinks Bull might fly off the handle or something, and knows the way he's going about this right now probably isn't the most reassuring way he could have handled it. Better not to make too many moves in case the guy starts feeling twitchy.
"I was asking you what you witchers know about the way that monsters have kids because I'm pretty sure I'm some kind of crossbreed. Really sure at this point, I guess. None of the uh, women who brought me up knew about anyone else like that, so there's got to be more to it than just who sleeps with what. By the time I got old enough to start asking questions, though, I couldn't find the one who actually did the deed. Kind of wish I could, just to meet whoever had the balls of steel to fuck a fiend. Shit, can you imagine?"
Bull sighs. That would be a nice little detour, if he had the wiggle room to move the conversation down that road instead. But he was already giving the witcher weird vibes by being all indirect and crap, wasn't he, and it's not like the guy's just going to stop asking. Just got to grit his teeth and do it - gently, though, if he can. You know, considering.
"I figure something almost wanted me to be a satyr, but then that something got... confused, I guess. Almost got there. So, you mentioned how some of the people in town knew about me, right? They just didn't want to tell you. They were holding stuff back, and some of it was about me. What kind of monsters you met that can get that close to people? That friendly with them? Sure, they all dropped me now-"
And if there's a little bitterness when he says that part, so what? It isn't the first time. He'll get over it.
"-But they liked me just fine when I was giving them what they wanted. What they needed." He pauses, still watching the witcher, then goes on almost gently. "And none of them even seemed addled, I'd bet. Or exhausted, or dehydrated, or maimed, or any of that other stuff you've seen. I like to think they're better off but, you know. Guess I might be a little biased."