"I meant at the hotel," Rowan points out. Because there Geralt had been comfortable pointing out that Rowan looked like he would be sick about twice. Which is two times too many for Rowan.

It's not that he likes assumptions so much as he's hyperdefensive underneath the casual kid act he likes to put on. It hasn't steered him wrong in the past because, well, ever since he entered the scythedom, through apprenticeship, people have shown themselves to have other motives. Secret desires. A sharp word or some push back could reveal a lot.

Now it's just revealing a lot of annoyance in Rowan's direction. He doesn't like that, but he doesn't quite know what to do about it.

"So, don't pretend to be okay just to get fucked. But sure, pretend to be other things, as long as you admit to it?"