A hand reaches up, caressing one side of her face while deepening the kiss a little more. Passion ignites hotter and Geralt can't help but lose himself completely. He can't think too clearly at the moment but there's a certainty that a kiss like this rivals every other one he's had before. Even with Yennefer.

Eventually, once his lungs are completely depleted of air, he pulls back, half to see if it had the same effect on her.

"I should have asked first," Geralt barely manages, still breathless.