While he was,indeed,very open, and spoke often, about his adventures with various peoples and the like, it had never felt like that with Geralt. He had a soft spot for the Witcher, more then anyone should have really. He'd assumed his affection for the other had simply been rebuffed. Not that it wouldn't stop him from trying, really.
Still, the sight of the other laughing had his gazing filling with a gentle light as he slowly shook his head a little at the others teasing. And to clear his derailed thoughts. "That's different." He tried, his tone soft and gentle. "Their not-"He stammered before shutting his mouth quickly. He had no ties to his paramours like he did Geralt, after all.