Geralt frowned noticeably as Lucien remained standing, and furrowed his eyebrows as he continued to speak.

[i][color=9e0b0f]Insults and slander. They need us, we are their savior and they spit at your feet. He should bow before us, grovel.[/color][/i]

Geralt's eye twitched slightly and he glanced down and to the right, shaking his head slightly as if trying to clear it of a fog. It was the first time he had broken composure since the two had stepped through his door. He grimaced, but only briefly, before bringing his eyes back up to meet the Ringleader's, as graceful as ever, though his smile had faded to an almost annoyed frown. It was clear he cold control his posture and expression to meet his needs, hardly any emotion the two had seen since arriving had been truly genuine. Although, even Geralt had to admit it was the most he had shown in a long time.

He shook his head, the smile returning, but the light completely gone from his voice when he responded, [color=crimson]"No, no...I think you may have misunderstood me."[/color] He straightened and walked slowly around the couch to approach his guests, waving his hands to gesticulate his meaning. [color=crimson]"Rusty, or not, you [i]need[/i] me. If you didn't, why the trouble of searching me out. No, my guess is that you're in trouble, that you're looking for someone to...what did you say before? 'Spice things up'? Well, you've found me."[/color] He stretched his arms out at his sides, presenting himself, before letting them fall back to his sides. [color=crimson]"I was going to ask for fifty percent, after all, I was pocketing seventy when I had my own show in Paris. But, I'll offer you a deal. Thirty percent of the take, and expenses, and you will have the greatest magician of the age in your troupe."[/color] He reached Lucien and held out his left hand to shake, [color=crimson]"Take it, or leave it?"[/color] he said, with the biggest shit-eating grin he could muster.