Blood of Elves (The Witcher, #1)

by Andrzej Sapkowski

it wasn’t fitting, after all, for me to follow you into that haven of dubious delight and certain gonorrhoea.

“I know,” interrupted Geralt. “I lose a great deal of my charm when one gets to know me better.

“May I… As part of the sincerity you promised… May I ask you something?” “You may. But, by all the gods, not about virginity, please.”