Geralt's expression hardly changed as he listened to Lucien's pitch. Aside from the twitch of an eyebrow here, and the slight widening of his smile there, he was extremely hard to read. This had come from years of practice. After all, mystery was a major part of his act, and over the years he had made this act not only his profession, but a facet of his everyday life. It was must easier to get by as a charming ghost, with no attachments, there were no interpersonal troubles. He had lived this way for nearly two decades, and he wasn't about to stop now just because a divine being and his vampiric assistant had walked through his door.

He had to admit though, the offer was getting more tempting by the second. He felt himself drawn to the man before him on more than a physical level. He wanted him, yes, but he kept adding more and more to the pile, and greed had always been a weakness for him. The compliments were helping as well; though Geralt heard them often, it was nice to hear them issue from such sweet lips as these. 

It had to be a seer of some kind that had located him, this was confirmed by Lucien's deft dodging of the subject. Geralt had met a gypsy woman some years back that read bones, but the technique was vague at best. Their psychic had to be better than her if they were able to locate him, there were more than physical barriers to protect him from prying eyes.

[i][color=crimson]Hhhmmm yesssss...more of them lurking, hiding in plain sight. A buffet of souls, all beholden to our power.[/color][/i]

Geralt's eyebrows raised at the mention of some display, and he watched with vague interest as Ivory formed the knife in her hand. Now [i]that[/i] was something that he had never seen before, and a twitch of his lips betrayed his interest. He was completely still as she flung the knife and felt it whip passed his cheek, keeping his composure without even having to try. They wouldn't come here to ask him to join them if they planned on hurting him. Even he couldn't deny that this was quite the skill. In addition to having vampiric blood, it seemed this girl had more tricks up her sleeve. His eyes followed the blade as it drifted back to its owner's hand and came to rest on her. Now she had his attention.

[color=crimson]"It's a rental,"[/color] he said in response to Ivory's apology, his voice as flat as his eyes. After a beat, he took another sip from his glass and shrugged in mock-defeat. [color=crimson]"I must say, that was impressive, and unexpected. I don't think I've met anyone quite like the two of you before..."[/color] He tilted his glass back and downed the rest of the wine in one fluid gulp, then placed the empty glass on the table as he stood. 

He laced his fingers together and began to pace the room, clearly lost in thought. [color=crimson]"Circus of Stars, indeed...And you say there are more 'like you' there, is that right?"[/color] he turned back to face Lucien and Ivory, [color=crimson]"I must confess, I'm not sure I would fit in among performers of your caliber. A simple stage magician can't be in high demand when you can do, well, God knows what else with your other members..."[/color] He made his way around to the back of the couch and leaned forward on it, his devious smile returning [color=crimson]"Tell me, do I live up to the rumors? This can't be what you expected."[/color] He raised his arms briefly to gesture to the inside of the room and himself, then leaned froward and looked between the two of them as he awaited their response.