Geralt bowed his head in mock humility and pressed his palms together as if in prayer, [color=crimson]"I feel like there have been too many apologies between us in too short a time. I will try to make sure not to earn any more bad marks."[/color] He followed Lucien as he began to walk, being sure to hang back and check out his backside as well before they got too far. Yes, he was quite a specimen. Geralt couldn't help but lick his lips in anticipation of their future together, in fact, he was already imagining him naked.

Despite Lucien's distaste for his methods, Geralt was sure it would pay off in the long-run. He would take the ringleader's tongue lashings for now, but he was sure to be singing a different tune by the time they packed up and left Graston's outer limits. This method would have been risky, if it were any other man that had implemented it. He decided to keep these thoughts to himself, he had already riled the man enough for starters. Though he liked the way his brow furrowed when he was trying to be stern, Geralt was sure he would have more chances to see this expression.

He trotted lightly to catch up as Lucien began speaking to him again, taking a look about the grounds as he did so. The odd carnie passed here and there as they walked by, either running or walking quickly. It looked like Lucien prided himself on how tight a ship he ran here. Geralt wondered how tight his other...operations were. 

The location they had chosen was charming, of course; a little valley tucked into the crevasse of two small hills. This was almost perfect, except that the sign couldn't be seen from the road. The tents and trailers were well-maintained, and the areas that were off-limits to patrons were clear by the lack of lights. He saw some of the attractions as he passed by: Danseur de Feu, Lanceur de Couteaux (that must be Ivory's tent, he would have to stop by there later), and Charmeur de Serpent were the few he manages to catch glimpses of as he walked through the grounds. He was sure there were more, but just seeing these made the back of his neck tingle.

[i][color=crimson]A nest of them, all tasty power and sinew. Make them ours.[/color][/i]

[color=crimson]"Mm...about forty-five minutes, on the average."[/color] He responded as they walked through the grounds, he had been listening intently despite his observations. [color=crimson]"I'm guessing your other 'performers' are, say, a quarter a show?"[/color] This was average for travelling circuses, Geralt would know, and with this level of operation he assumed that's what they were asking. With the crowd at the gate he calculated less than five dollars at the gate, and that was absolutely abysmal. He hoped the crowd would intensify tonight, but if not, tomorrow would certainly bring a pay off.