The Tower of Swallows (The Witcher, #4)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

“Mr. Skellen.” Dacre Silifant cleared his throat, but when he spoke his voice was steady and his eyes cold. “I do not know exactly. He would appear to be a man, but I’m not certain. As to what kind of officer Neratin Ceka is, I’m certain. What you have deigned to ask me about would be significant were I to ask him—or her—for his—or her—hand. But that I do not intend. Neither do you, I expect.”

To die? Why not, if one can fuck around beforehand. That is your entire philosophy.”