The man had clearly grown more irritated by Ivory's actions, but she didn't care. They'd never be able to get anywhere if they weren't even allowed to speak with him. Considering how well-mannered Lucien was, she decided to save him the trouble. Soon after he had spoken to them again he had a complete shift in attitude, which she found incredibly suspicious, specially because his gaze seemed completely settled on the Ringmaster.

Lucien was a little taken aback by Geralt's sudden compliance. It made him raise a brow, but he didn't complain. This was what they needed after all, a chance to talk. As they received permission to enter, Lucien and Ivory stepped inside. It was a lot darker.. and a little messier than he would have thought the man to live. 

[color=burlywood]"That is correct. This is my compatriot, Ivory. I'm sorry for the intrusion."[/color] He said, motioning to the dhampir, who simply nodded in response. She appreciated the darkness of the home, but it did make her a little suspicious. It wasn't particularly normal. [color=burlywood]"It's quite alright, we [i]were[/i] a little insistent."[/color] 

They made their way through the small home, into what appeared to be the livingroom. He.. honestly didn't expect Geralt to live in a place like this. Out of the corner of his eyes, he spotted what appeared to be the man's room. He could vaguely see the figure of a woman upon his bed.

[color=burlywood]"I apologize if we caught you at a bad time.."[/color] He said, shifting his gaze away from the room. That was none of his business.