"I hate caves." He spat with a hatred that you could almost view as comical if you weren't also crawling through the narrow cave in front of Geralt.

You had joined Geralt on his quest to kill a werewolf terrorizing a town. You two had tracked it down to its home, a cave, and went in to kill it. While the fight was ongoing, the entrance collapsed, and luckily, there was another way out through the narrow passageway you both had to crawl through.

You paused, your arms aching from crawling for about 30 minutes. You heard Geralt grunt in annoyance when he had to stop behind you. He couldn't even look you in the face. The only thing he could see was your ass in his face.

"Keep crawling." He demanded, narrowing his eyes. "I would threaten to pass you, but it appears the cave is too small."

You sighed, continuing to crawl along.

He was thankful for two things. The first being that he wasn't in front because he would hate the idea of you staring at his ass for likely an hour, and second, he was actually enjoying looking at your rear end.