[Being alive as long as she has, this is not the first or last time a person has been sharp with words. While annoying, it's harmless. Yennefer says absolutely nothing but gives him a thin smile.]

As you wish Just John.

[He brought that on his fucking self. And the change in air makes her spare a glance.]

That's an improvement.

[Another bite of her apple.]

Mages in your realm, they're of a different color I see. This is your chosen form.

[Not just in fashion. In practice and self. Yennefer picks up her skirts and steps from the road, trusting John to follow.]