[Ohh, no. He can recognize that whether or not he can read Geralt's face any better. And... normally, he would give him shit for it, but he couldn't fault him for a bit of amusement in all of this. Even at his own expense.

He did make sure to stand very close to Geralt as he stretches with a wide, sharp-toothed yawn -- and then shakes himself, splashing water all over the wolf.

That'll teach him.]

I can afford an ale, I think. [He grins through his canine teeth. The moment of brevity wouldn't last long, but for now, it was plenty.] Yes. Let's head home, lest Yennefer fear I've spirited you away into trouble. [He pauses, flicking his tail.] And we can begin your first lesson.