He imagines he won't have much trouble, either. A portion of it appears to be reflex and coordination, some balance, and those are things he has a head start upon.

Who the fuck knew he'd find new ways to apply being a Witcher.

Geralt glances up at Nadine. "I'll take you up on that. My turn to be the student."

Seeing as he's taught her and others how to swing a sword—he doesn't mind having his turn to learn something for once. Something which, he realizes, isn't to do with training or his work. Has he even done so before? Learned something for the hell of it? He actually doesn't know. Doesn't think so. Not deliberately. Most of the extraneous bullshit he knows, he's merely absorbed over the many years.