Book: Witches don't like horned

- Girl, miss?
The girl biceps which was thick with both of my hands and hit terrain, sternly looked at the Witcher and, without even thinking to spare his feelings, shook his head.
- Not so much.
The guy choked, but recovered quickly and gave, apparently, the first thing that came to mind:
- And you wouldn't happen to have a sweet tooth?
The lady again gave my cavalier a hostile look and bazovica chuckled, waving his mug:
No, I'm gorkowienko!