"I mean, not they're not happy every time I have to clear out. The wrong person finds out, or catches sight of me, or gets jealous, or whatever. But I've gotten better at figuring out when my welcome's going to run out. And I, uh-"

Might as well mention it. The witcher's told him all kinds of personal crap, and been reasonable enough about everything that it seems like maybe he's less likely to take it as this dangerous thing and more likely to think of it like just another reason. Time to find out, he guesses.

"I've got some of those fiend instincts too, I think. Taught me early on that you can't do stuff just because you want to. What would that make me otherwise? Just some rabid animal that needs to get put down. No. That's not what I want to leave these people with. That's not the kind of monster I'm going to be. Don't know if that's going to make you feel better or worse about me, but-" He shrugs. "It is what it is."