Lucien watched Geralt with curious eyes as he began to serve the wine, amusement visible in his expression as he was asked which he wanted. It seemed however that his question required no answer. His eyebrows rose ever so slightly at the wine he had chosen, a small smile tugging at his lips as he received the glass from him. It was a little surprising that he had caught on to the fact he was French. Nowadays he was fairly good at hiding his accent.

[color=burlywood]"It is indeed."[/color] He said, pausing for a moment to swirl the wine in his glass for a moment, allowing him to take in the nostalgic scent.[color=burlywood] "Danke schön"[/color] He responded in fluent German, using a more formal version of thanks. Granted, he already knew the man was German from how well known he was and the bits of information they had on him, but considering German had been Lucien's second language, he was quite familiar with recognizing the faint traces of it.