[ her grand plan was initially to fuck off and leave him all by himself, curse him to a slow, painful death (obviously leaving roach and jaskier out of it), and then…

well, she has no idea what happens after that momentarily gleeful murder. but the idea of geralt dying painfully slow is upsetting in a way that she dislikes. if he's going to die, she wants it to be via her sitting on him. (she's very simple.)

in reply, she shrugs, keeping her gaze up and away from him. if she looks at him, she feels like she loses. ]

Continue my search for a loophole. [ she refuses to give up; it's not in her nature. she glances at him then, shaking her head. ] I anticipate you're preparing some rousing speech about how there are no loopholes, but everything has one.

[ look at her standing here right now. the loophole had been her stupid heart. ]