Ivory's expression didn't change as Geralt's gaze shifted toward her. She kept her continued disdain for him hidden, after all, she didn't want to make things harder for Lucien, so instead of grimacing at him, she smiled. Yes, she was confident. She was confident in Lucien's ability to convince this man to join them. Geralt wasn't the only man who was good with words. 

Lucien's smile didn't fade, chuckling a little amusingly at the man's response. He didn't expect this to be easy, and the man's questions were understandable. They were completely strangers to him here, and they had somehow managed to find him, in a place where he would have never expected such a man with fame to live. That accomplishment was not an easy one. 

[color=burlywood]"I must admit, you are correct, he really didn't. If you weren't Geralt the Great, I would most certainly be disappointed, you certainly have the charisma to be quite popular in our line of work."[/color] He said, also taking another sip of the wine he had been given. He was definitely not going to let it go to waste. 

The nephilim did not allow himself to be deterred by his question, but he wasn't planning to give him the answer he wanted. 

[color=burlywood]"I'm afraid that's a trade secret, I'm sure you understand. They say a magician never reveals his secrets correct?"[/color] He said, his smile shifting to a bit of an apologetic one. [color=burlywood]"I [i]can[/i] assure you though, that the location of your home was not shared with anyone else, if that is another one of your concerns. I understand that you haven't practiced in a while, but my troupe has a set of skilled individuals that make us different than the average circus. I think you could enjoy yourself there."[/color] He said, leaning back a little on his chair, before shifting a glance at Ivory. He motioned her forward a little, knowing she would understand. He figured showing him would be more effective. Perhaps it would further pique his interest.

Ivory glanced at Lucien as he turned his attention to her. Her smile shifted into a smirk of her own as she looked back at Geralt, lifting her hand. An elegant, thin-looking knife materialized over her hand. The dhampir grasped hold of it, and with no hesitation, she thrust her hand forward. There was no unnecessary movement in her actions, and no hesitance, as the knife shot across the room, mere inches from the side of Geralt's head, before it buried itself into the wall. She waited a second, before shifting her hand in an elegant, beckoning motion, as the knife flew back to her hand. She caught it with ease, and began tossing it up and down in her hand. At least she could entertain herself with this now. Throughout this whole process, her eyes hadn't left the man across from her. Yes, Ivory was extremely confident. 

[color=darkgray]"Sorry about your wall."[/color] She said simply. At the very least, she had chosen a thin knife. She had been [i]somewhat[/i] considerate.