Lucien made his way over to one of the two chairs as Geralt motioned for them to sit down, Ivory in tow as she took a seat beside him. From observation alone, the man gave off the vibe that he didn't really seem to belong in a place like this. He certainly had the manners and grace that he felt the famous magician should have. It made him curious as to why he was living like this. Had he grown tired of that life? Or did he simply prefer modesty? For some reason he felt like it was not the case. He definitely held an attraction and charisma that he felt his circus could definitely use. 

[color=burlywood]"Wine is quite alright, if you would be so kind."[/color] He said, figuring there was no need to deny the offer. Normally he might have refused but, he wanted to remain on friendly terms. Plus, it had been a while since he had a taste of wine. He had refrained from purchasing alcohol once their financial troubles had begun. There were more important things he had focused on getting for the good of everyone else. 

Ivory quirked a brow at the man's offer, a little surprised at the very particular choice of words. Considering the environment he seemed to live in, for a moment it made her wonder if he really might be a vampire, but she shook it off, mostly because it was her hope that he wasn't. It would be irritating to have him around if so. He certainly had a way with words, at the very least. It was for that reason that she was wary. 

[color=darkgray]"No thanks."[/color] She said simply. After all, she already had plenty to drink.