Berserker takes the hint and shuts up, but not without a pointed look of his own. He wouldn't leave him here, it was just a cruel joke. It's not like he ever thinks about what he says for longer than two seconds, of course. That and he's still not too concerned with the consequences of his words; if someone gets upset by it, so be it, that's they're problem and not his.

Despite what he says, he doesn't let go of Waver, content to be an anchor for him still as he rides out the immediately effects of the potion. Berserker smooths Waver's hair out of his face with a faint smile.

"I owe you for this one, too, don't I?" he asks Geralt with a quiet sigh. He's not one to enjoy getting in favor debt with people...