"You're not bothering me. It's fine." Geralt raise one of his hands, holding it out in a calm down gesture. Or maybe just a little down boy. Still, he shakes his head, the compliments putting him a little off balance. It's not that he's never been found attractive.

But usually it's balanced by disgust at what he is, or fear.

"I suppose when I think about who I'm going to sleep with, whether they're a man or a woman isn't what I consider one way or the other. Or it hasn't been."

He sleeps with who he sleeps with.