Geralt had never been a fan of tattoos and you knew exactly what he thought about them. Whenever the topic of tattoos came up, he would grumble or complain and try to ignore the subject. The thing was, you had gotten a tattoo, clearly without his consent and you didn't know how to confess it. He was at the small camp where you were resting. He sharpened his sword while sitting on that log. He looked at you and knew that something was wrong.