Сцены кастинга на роль Йеннифэр
Yennefer: Stop. Stop it, you’re fidgeting like a child. Have you never put on a jacket before?
Geralt: Not one this tight.
Yennefer: If the coat’s a problem, flesh is always a good color on you.
Geralt: The council would love that.
Yennefer: Seriously consider your scars quite the conversation piece. This one I got from a feisty young basilisk. That one from the fangs of a bruxa. And this one I gave myself just to fill in the unmarred space in my pectoral region. Thought I should even it out a bit, you know? Geralt: That one is from you, you bit me.
Yennefer: I know… Damn. It is tight.
Geralt: It doesn’t matter, I’m not feeling well at all.
Yennefer: Can you even get sick?
Geralt: Witchers get colds, same as you.
Yennefer: You really don’t want to go, do you?
Geralt: I’m not meant for balls.
Yennefer: And you think I am? Marauding around a room full of mages who can’t wait to see me fail. Ready to pounce at a moment’s weakness. All my friends want to fuck you.
Gera