Bull snorted a quiet laugh when Geralt just ate the remains of the grounds. Well, that was one way to do it. He sipped his drink.

"He's a pain in my ass," Bull said, sounding downright fond. "And a good second. When I broke off from the Bleeders, I brought him and a handful of others with me. He became my lieutenant, made sure I wasn't too much of a hard ass, and kept the rest of the Chargers in line if I had to take care of things elsewhere."

Bull eyed the jug of liquor, but he resisted the urge to dig back into it. He'd see how he did for the night.