[It's only half in jest. Geralt did, in fact, cut a deal on his sword. But the make isn't exactly flimsy; his swords are one of the few things he spends good money on. Also not forged from any stars, though.

It's obvious this man doesn't know what he is. He debates the benefits of saying it.]

If blackmailing cuckolds were my trade, I'd be making a lot more coin than I do.

[There's a small pause. Hard to miss where the man's eyes are. He's not interested in coming out of this night fully sober, but he decides he can spare a glass for the sake of goodwill.]

So now that I've met your axe, [Geralt pushes his drink across the table,] who am I actually talking to?