With a sigh, Geralt settled into the back of his chair, legs pressed somewhat tightly together. He was tired of the aching, and it happened whenever he was near guys. That made it annoy him even more. He gave the new arrival a quick look, and a smile. "Damnit" he thinks to himself, "I need to stop trying to flirt with every guy I see", and then returns his attention to the front of the room, hoping to at least be distracted enough with the work.<br/><br/>After a few minutes, he reaches over and hands the new guy a note;<br/><br/>"I know you realise there is something different with me, you give me the same look all the psychic types do. Yes, I am a guy. Yes I am a shape shifter. Yes I did something stupid and am now stuck like this. No I don't like it. Does that answer the questions no doubt swirling through your mind?"