Why the impropriety!

Priceless? Worthless, you mean. Vile. Filthy etchings on every page.

I, however, would never let any indecency take place in my cabaret. My very reputation precludes it.

It is, indeed. But I'm not one to speak of such obscenities. You should ask Mislav, he's got no such qualms.

You shagged my friend. For upwards of a year. I cannot know what your witchers' code says on the matter, but ordinary folk would consider it obscene, base, vile.