Ведьмак: Кровь эльфов

           Butthen,shethought,lookingathiscomicallyembarrassedexpression,inhisdaytheworldwasabetterplace.Duplicitywasacharacterflawtobeashamedof.Sinceritydidnotbringshame.

           "Fewerinfusionsofyourmystery-shroudedherbs,"shecontinued,tryingnottogiggle,"andmoremilk.Youhavegoatshere.Milkingisnogreatart.You’llsee,Lambert,you’lllearnhowtodoitinnotime."

           "Triss,"startedGeralt,"listen—"

           "No,youlisten.Youhaven’tsubjectedCiritoviolentmutations,haven’ttouchedherhormones,haven’ttriedanyelixirsorGrassesonher.Andthat’stobepraised.Thatwassensible,responsibleandhumane.Youhaven’tharmedherwithanyofyourpoisons–allthemoresoyoumustnotcripplehernow."

           "Whatareyoutalkingabout?"

           "Themushroomswhosesecretsyouguardsocarefully,"sheexplained,"do,indeed,keepthegirlwonderfullyfitandstrengthenhermuscles.Theherbsguaranteeanidealmetabolicrateandhastenherdevelopment.Allthistakentogetherandhelpedalongbygruellingtrainingcausescertainchangesinherbuild,inheradiposetissue.She’sawoman,andasyouhaven’tcrippledherhormonalsystem,donotcrippleherphysicallynow.Shemightholditagainstyoulaterifyousoruthlesslydepriveherofherwomanly...attributes.DoyouunderstandwhatI’msaying?"

           "Andhow,"mutteredLambert,brazenlyeyeingTriss’sbreastswhichstrainedagainstthefabricofherdress.Eskelclearedhisthroatandlookeddaggersattheyoungwitcher.