Geralt nodded and tilted his glass toward Lucien at his compliment, then sipped again as he continued to speak. [color=crimson]"Ah, Bordeaux...I must say, I agree. Your Cabernet's are just...divine."[/color] He licked his lips and let a small pause fill the room. He didn't have to look at the girl, Ivory, to know that she was staring daggers at him. He didn't mind, he was used to women reacting this way to him when his attention was elsewhere.

[color=crimson]"And thank you, by the way. I spent quite a bit of time in Paris perfecting my...technique."[/color] It was clear that Geralt knew how to choose his words carefully and all without tipping his hand. He leaned forward, placing an elbow on his knee and setting the glass on the table in front of him before relaxing again, [color=crimson]"But, tell me, how did your parents decide on that name? Latin, for 'light'. Catholic, I'd imagine, but they went with a risk, naming you something so similar to, well, the Devil himself."[/color] He leaned his chin on his fist and stared deep into Lucien's eyes.

[color=crimson][i]Yes, taint and twist. Turn light to dark, virtue into sin. Make dirty what once was pure. Make him filthy and unclean.[/i][/color]