The monster raised his head; his eyes shone like a cat’s. “My portrait is hung beyond the candlelight. I can see it, but I’m not human. At least, not at the moment. A human, looking at my portrait, would get up, go closer and, no doubt, have to take the candlestick with him. You didn’t do that, so the conclusion is simple. But I’m asking you plainly: are you human?” Geralt didn’t lower his eyes. “If that’s the way you put it,” he answered after a moment’s silence, “then, not quite.”
