That's Lambert, always happy to provide his civic duty of shameless ogling. Her endorsement of her own assets, though, got a snort of amusement out of the witcher.

"Lucky me." He lifted a hand out of the water to wave it lazily in the air. "Nah, I don't get paid enough to tangle with mages. Unless the Ringmaster asks me to, I guess. Otherwise I'm just your run-of-the-mill monster hunter."

Some people had taken issue with that wording before, but they're not here ... and to be honest, Lambert didn't much care. He was what he was.