“Indeed,” Geralt smiled affectedly, “your blunt sincerity astonishes me more and more. I might have expected anything, but not such a request. Don’t you think that instead of asking me, you ought rather to leap out and blast me with ball lightning? You’d be rid of the obstacle and there’d just be a little soot to scrape off the wall. An easier—and more reliable—method. Because, you see, a request can be declined, but ball lightning can’t be.”
