A deep growl escaped Geralt's lips as he tried to force the door closed and found it blocked by his would-be intruders. He had just tried to turn away and save his eyes from the light when the little tart on his doorstep inserted herself into his afternoon. She was a strong one too, and quicker than he would expect. These were more persistent than any of the other missionaries, peddlers, and snake-oil salesmen he had encountered before. Most took silence beyond the portal of his door to mean that no one was home, which was what he intended. Now, he was going to have to be more forceful than he currently had the energy or patience for.

[color=crimson]"I said-"[/color] He peered around the fingers of the girl, opening the door slightly to loosen her grip, and made eye contact with the man at her said, [color=crimson]"I've already covered this...with your..."[/color] His voice slowly trailed off as he stared out at the man before him. For a half-second he thought maybe he hadn't been a man at all, and looked so deeply familiar to him, familiar to his very soul.

But that couldn't be. His hair was far too short, his eyes flashed with golden light, and the most obvious difference was that he was male. Or so his voice betrayed.

Geralt's face slackened slightly as his eyes adjusted to the light and he searched the face of his caller. But he did look an awful lot like her...

[i][color=9e0b0f]He does...doesn't he?[/color][/i] A voice echoed through his mind, and he couldn't deny the resemblance. [color=9e0b0f][i]He smells pure, like clean air...I bet he tastes like white wine...[/i][/color]

His grip on the door slackened and he let it fall open a little more, exposing his half-dressed physique to the setting sun, [color=crimson]"Lucien, you said your name was...?"[/color] He asked, adopting a much more friendly, although still groggy voice, and open posture. His dark brown hair relaxed to hang partially over his forehead and a slight smirk crept over his lips. His eyes never left the man as he spoke, [color=crimson]"My apologies, that was rude. You caught me at a...well--I suppose I have a moment after all, why don't you two come in?"[/color] He asked, and opened the door more widely to invite his guest's inside. The switch from gruff to grace came so easily to him, he relaxed into the posture like he had been born to it. Even in his half-awake state, he was putting on a show.