"Of a sort." He answered with a shrug, scratching his head a moment with a frown of his own. Of course, as fleeting as it was for his admirers, it was equally fleeting for him. A bit of fun, perhaps even a short adventurous thrill if they weren't exactly single admirers at that. But none of them had the same daring or caused the same feelings Geralt did.
The Witcher staring at him however wasn't helping him sort out of his thoughts on just why they were different. "Maybe I yearn for a different type of interest. One that won't be so...fleeting." He tried, tone aimed for casual as he absently plucked at his shirt, blinking down at the threads as if they were most fascinating.