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Geralt of Rivia:
I do understand your sorrow. Your solitude. If I can do anything...

Lady of the Lake:
Cease treating me like a Goddess, I have enough worshippers. I lack one who sees me as other than the object of a cult.

Geralt of Rivia:
Milady, simple folk... they don't understand.

Lady of the Lake:
I judge them not. But let's return to your desire to help. Begin by paying me a compliment.

Geralt of Rivia:
Hmmm, I'm no good at this. Milady... ehm... your... wisdom is... inferior only to your goodness.

Lady of the Lake:
Enough. I choose not to believe you don't find me attractive, rather... I blame your famous scruples.

Geralt of Rivia:
Milady, your... eyes are like stars glimmering in the night sky.

Lady of the Lake:
Distant and cold. Weak, witcher.

Geralt of Rivia:
Your ass puts others to shame.

Lady of the Lake:
[bursting into laughter] None has ever paid me such a compliment! My brave knights only praised my soul, though I knew where their eyes fixated!