Geralt's grin slowly faded as Lucien continued to speak, back to a neutral expression as he listened, lowering his hand when it was clear that Lucien was not going to take it. Inside was a whirlwind of emotion: anger, surprise, arousal, and a desire for vindication...he wanted to lash out, so badly, but as always, he kept himself in check. Part of him so desperately wanted what the voice inside has called for, for them to grovel, fall to their knees and kiss the ring, but the aroused part of him was glad they didn't. The Ringleader was stronger of will than Geralt would have given him credit for during the first leg of their conversation. His calm and kind demeanor had shifted to reveal a savvy business man. Geralt was impressed, to say the least. It seemed these people might just be worth his talents after all.

Ivory's eyes changing color was another interesting development. Geralt glanced at them, but didn't comment or let his gaze linger for too long. He would have to keep an eye on her.

He let the silence hang in the room for a beat, glancing between Lucien's smooth hand and his beautiful golden eyes, before a smile began to creep back. [color=crimson]"It is clear that I underestimated you, after all. Clearly, you do take care of your people."[/color] Another beat, and then he took and shook Lucien's hand in one swift motion, [color=crimson]"Every time you speak, you make it harder to refuse you..."[/color] He stepped a little closer, leaving only inches between the two of them as their hands moved slowly and rhythmically through the air, [color=crimson]"I respect a man who can stand his ground, but I am looking forward to more...negotiating. It appears, you, sir, have a deal with Geralt the Great."[/color] He glanced down at Lucien's lips as he spoke and then back up into his eyes. He wanted this moment to last.