Wiedzmin 2: Zabójcy królów2011

Geralt of Rivia:
[handing Dandelion a book] I found a volume of your poetry.

Dandelion:
My love poems! Some bastard stole them recently. Probably wanted to show off to a young lass smelling of sheepskins. I really missed this book. It was like being in a brothel with no balls. I owe you one, Geralt, though I don't know quite how I'll repay you. No... Actually, I do know. Up for a shot on vodka? It's on me.

Geralt of Rivia:
I've got a better idea.

Dandelion:
Beer? That's fine. All the same to me.

Geralt of Rivia:
I need you to do me a favor.

Dandelion:
Name it. For this, I'd give you my chastity. If I still had it, of course.

Geralt of Rivia:
I wouldn't be interested.

Dandelion:
Don't tell me you need another poem for a noonwraith.

Geralt of Rivia:
Worse.

Dandelion:
Please, Geralt... Don't get me involved in another messy monster matter. I'm an artist, not...

Geralt of Rivia:
That's precisely who I need to lure a succubus.

Dandelion:
Are you crazy? You want to see a hoofed hag ride me to death? [Geralt gives him a threatening look]

Dandelion:
On the other hand... we all have to die of something.