Lucien let out a small chuckle at his compliment. [color=burlywood]"It was my second language, so I'm quite familiar. Though, I must take a moment to say your French is just as good."[/color] He said, recognizing the slight difference in their accent. It seemed he had spent some time in Northern France.

He took a small sip of the wine, taking a moment to savor in its taste. It was quite satisfying. It had been far too long. His golden eyes shifted back to Geralt at his question. He could almost sense the man's gaze. It was then that the shift in attitude began to make sense. It wasn't the first time he had been looked at in this manner. 

[color=burlywood]"Bordeaux. You were close. The red wines of Rhone could most certainly compare, though I am most likely biased in saying ours are better."[/color] He said a little jokingly, a hint of amusement in his tone.

It was here that Ivory began to grow a little impatient. Sure, she was quite aware of how good of a talker Lucien was. It was easy to get pulled into conversations with him, but seeing this man, she could tell that he was the same, though she was well aware that the intentions behind it weren't the same. It was clear he held an interest in Lucien, considering how focused he was on him. It wasn't like he was trying to hide it either, but she was sure that Lucien was also aware of it. She really just hoped they hurried this along. He was clearly a playboy, considering he had a woman in the other room and held no shame in flirting so openly with Lucien. It was the type of man she disliked the most.