"And I'm a very thick witcher, but I've noticed."

He was about to tell her to relax, to go to sleep, when her hand found the heat and throb between his legs. He'd been trying to will it to settle, trying to wait out the hormones in his own blood, but the gentle ouch, knowing that it was a woman's hand, renewed it all.

"Mm," was all he managed to say. He pressed his hips against her hand, his mouth a thin line as he sighed.