[ There's no retort to him not feeling the cold. It's... true enough, but not something he cared to be reminded of. It leaves him awkwardly silent for the moment following that and Lambert asking what kind of tea he wants. Tea, booze, it honestly doesn't matter. ]

And risk having it go into the research? [ There. He can joke about that. He's trailed along after the witcher to the kitchenette, finding a spot against the counter to lean idly once there. ] Peppermint is fine. [ However... ] Want me to take over? You look as though you're going to fall asleep standing.