[He sends a few more messages as he gets progressively drunker, most of them half-written lyrics and, of course, a customary:]
I love you, Geralt. Even if you come home from the desert stinking like a dog. Like -- like, oh! One of those Redanian hunting hounds that always look very dour, but occasionally you see the smallest shake of their tail.
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[He sends a few more messages as he gets progressively drunker, most of them half-written lyrics and, of course, a customary:]
I love you, Geralt. Even if you come home from the desert stinking like a dog. Like -- like, oh! One of those Redanian hunting hounds that always look very dour, but occasionally you see the smallest shake of their tail.