Oh, that's a sweet little laugh. The witcher hopes to hear more of it.

Eskel nods, then leads her a few steps off the road. They haven't gone far; the clearing he chooses to "camp" at is a stone's throw from the beach, and the rolling waves are still audible. He gathers up some wood and burnable bits as he responds.

"It likely did, as much as a machine can be amused. Could be it wants you to use the book for inspiration. Maybe even act out any intimate scenes."

"Well, I'm definitely not a knight, and I don't see any evil sorcerers around. But - "

With a makeshift fireplace setup, Eskel gestures over it. A magic sigil briefly appears, and then the firewood bursts into flames.

" - I can save your stuff from being damp, at least."