Geralt remains quiet as Regis talks, more than willing to listen to any long-winded explanation so long as it means hearing more of the familiar and distinctive lilt of his voice. It's one he thought he'd never hear again until quite recently, so as far as he's concerned, Regis can talk all he likes. Not that anyone was ever really capable of stopping him from doing just that, anyway.

A hand on his shoulder is fine, but after the welcome surprise of seeing him so unexpectedly twice in a row, Geralt is compelled to embrace him instead, which he does with an arm across his shoulders and the other curling around his back. It's a short but tight squeeze, which he releases Regis from with a slow exhale.

"Been here a few months already and it's still a mystery." He stands back far enough to look at the vampire properly. "Could give you the run down of what I know, though."