[ Some crabby part of Geralt's brain (that sounds an awful lot like Vesemir) prompts him to ask why Lambert's playing housemaid instead of working on actual problems in the city, but he shuts it up on account of 1) stupidly argumentative and 2) immediately distracted.
He leans back on one elbow, and looks up at Lambert. ]
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He leans back on one elbow, and looks up at Lambert. ]
You drew me a bath?
[ Ooo, Mr Darcy ]