The claws are actually really fucking handy, and if he knew Geralt was comparing him to pansy-ass Wolves, he'd be insulted. He's a damned lion, not some flea bag that howls at the moon. And cursed would get a laugh out of him. Maybe he is. Maybe he isn't. He sure as fuck doesn't know. He's sure some have called him a curse, but never mentioned that he might be cursed.

And yeah, Creed clocked the knife, but that's not going to do enough damage that he can't get better. But it doesn't smell like a regular knife either, so maybe he should give respect, where respect is due....

... Nah.

Creed's foot flips the carcass over. "Should take a couple back with us. See what happens." He shrugs. Not like he can die from food poisoning.