"I really don't see the problem," Ciri said indignantly, as Geralt covered his eyes with a hand both in a clear signal of dispair and also to avoid getting his arse singed by a fireball. "Tris and Yennifer-"

"Tris and Yennifer," Geralt gritted out, shifting his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, eyes still closed, "left me tied naked to the bed at the suggestion."

"Well," one of the two sorceresses curled in Ciri's blankets said with a purr, both of them entirely too amused and the three of them entirely too naked for Geralt to pull his hand away, "I'm terribly sorry Master Witcher, but she's much prettier than you are."