The burst of speed he couldn't track with his sight made his hands twitch for a weapon. He had to remind himself that he'd been told that the people here had powers and weren't a threat. Geralt just stood still.
He was rewarded by his patience and a knowing smirk came to his face when he was left looking down at the pretty blonde from only a few inches away.
"I'm inviting," he said. Geralt caught her wrist gently so he could reclaim his pants, but made sure to brush his rough fingertips over her skin as he did so.