Geralt did not say a word to Ivory as Lucien left the two alone. Her distaste for his presence was clear. Exactly why she disliked him was unclear, but now was not the time to ask. Besides, the tougher nuts always had the more delicious fruit.

He clapped as Lucien finished his speech, impressed yet again by the man's way with words. He gave Ivory the side eye while she stood next to him and raised an eyebrow at the "winter fairy" comment. That little nickname had to be her idea, she seemed the type who would appreciate the irony of it all. He wanted desperately to make a comment, but knew it would only drive her further and further away from him. Her crossed arms, stone-like expression, and the slight lean away from him was enough to indicate her desire for silence, at least from his direction.

When Lucien and Ivory exchanged places, Geralt stopped clapping and gave Lucien a nod of approval, then turned his eyes on the routine. Almost everything he had done up to this point had been with a posture of ease, relaxation, and poise, but now he focused intently on the scene unfolding before him. Of course, he had seen aerial silk performers before, and especially liked the ones with no costumes at all, but he needed to study this performance to learn Ivory's...ins and outs if he planned on using her at any point.

And he was not disappointed. 

She traversed the silks as if she were light as a feather, her body moving fluidly as she twisted up and through her routine. He was absolutely impressed, to say the very least. She was much stronger and more agile than her body would betray, but he could see her muscles working through her tights and in her arms and stomach. She was indeed an extraordinary specimen. He had seldom been more impressed by a display of physical prowess, and found this show even more entertaining than the erotic silk dances he had seen. That was all flash, no substance, and this was the perfect mixture of both. But he would never let Ivory know that, well, not until the most opportune moment.

He let his eyes slide over to the crowd for two brief moments during the act, and the males of the audience were completely stunned, practically drooling. They were disgusting, and he found himself sneering at their pathetic displays of idiocy. A look of hatred crossed his face, but only briefly. He was in pleasant company, and despite his disgust, he needed to maintain an air of decorum that was only benefiting of his station.

When the performance was over, he clapped again, this time a little more enthusiastically, and leaned over to speak to Lucien, [color=crimson]"She is absolutely stunning. What a performer."[/color] He kept his voice flat, hard to read, but he knew this compliment was not only deserved, but would be welcomed by the Ringleader as well.

When Ivory approached, he smiled and gestured toward her, [color=crimson]"That was certainly exhilarating. Wonderful show, you had the crowd totally mesmerized."[/color] He paused and cocked an eyebrow, [color=crimson]"I would happily volunteer, if Lucien is unavailable. Although, I fear I might make too tempting a target for you."[/color]