“Are you even listening to me?”

Lambert raised his eyebrow at you, trying not to seem irritated when you weren’t listening to his story of how he managed to take two werewolves down on his own.

The Witcher loved to boast around you and the others, enjoying it when someone complimented him and boosted his prideful ego.

He rested his fists down on the table, getting to you face to face while you read the books on your desk.

“You don’t like my stories, or are you just jealous?”