If anything, his words had him sputtering. Of course he'd heart all manner of things about Geralt and his kind but he'd only believe said things if the other man said they were true. He was an expert, a bit, on his own kind after all.
"Well perhaps this is your chance to prove that wrong!" He offered, gaze bright and hopeful in the others direction a moment. Perhaps even with him! Not that he'd offer such an option out loud. He knew the Witcher would just huff at his flights of fancy.
Instead he fiddled with the deck in his hands a moment, before pulling out another one. This one filled with a weird winged creature. Confused, he turned it one way then another, frowning.