Ah yes, the citation. That's something he's received as well though he hasn't really done anything with it. What's the worst that could happen? Were they going to kill him. He shifts a bit, passing a hand over his face and through his hair before he fixes Rowan with a look.

"So, make the next time be your own choice," he says, a simple statement but difficult here. "Pick someone you want to fuck and make it happen. Take control back."

There's no easy fix for what he's describing but Geralt thinks that not allowing this place to have that hold over here might be a start.

"There are people here that you would choose to fuck, right?" he asks, arching an eyebrow.