"While I was in a more vulnerable state. I would never have chosen such a ridiculous thing. Especially without knowing the ramifications." Yennefer would rather not think about what it was supposed to mean or whether or not doing such an act marked her for dead or some other grim fate.

"Yes," she didn't even hesitate. The glass will be quietly drained right after. Mulled wine on an empty, grim feeling stomach won't do away with such feelings. At least it will make the edges of the matter softer, fuzzier. Yennefer nodded at his words, catching her breath. She demurely dabbed the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Fucking politics everywhere. What makes the fool believe that perfect strangers are candidates for the task? Of course he's a man."