[John feels more than a little as though he is being teased, although he hasn't said no. He's finding that conversation had been much easier when they had been face-to-face and he'd been able to read the other man's expression, rather than forced to rely on word alone, of which Geralt has few.
no subject
Steeling himself, he forges on:]
๐ผ ๐ โ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐ก๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ก ๐ก๐๐๐.
๐โ๐๐๐ ๐ค๐๐๐๐ ๐กโ๐๐. ๐น๐๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ข -- ๐คโ๐๐๐?
[Look, he's trying. The English announce and plan when to meet each other on the field of battle when he is from, give him some slack.]