Lucien smiled as he glanced over at Geralt. He [i]was[/i] proud, to say the least. He knew how hard Ivory worked behind the scenes, considering she did a lot of her physical training within her own trailer, and only went to the silks to practice the actual routines. While her movements were fluid and appeared effortless, but he knew that was not the case.  [color=burlywood]"I'm glad you think so."[/color] He replied, having taken note of a bit of his enthusiastic clapping. 

Ivory glanced at Geralt at his compliment. A snide remark on her behalf was almost natural, but she didn't do that this time around. His compliment did not sound sarcastic, though it could have easily been a rouse for all she knew. Still, she was proud of the performances she put together, so she decided not to disregard the compliments she was given.

[color=darkgray]"Thank you."[/color] She said, before her expression shifted back to amusement. [color=darkgray]"My, how much trust you have in someone you just met, although you are not completely in the wrong."[/color] She said half-jokingly. It didn't surprise her really, considering how he hadn't even flinched when she had thrown that knife past his cheek. Still, she knew that Lucien wouldn't approve of her actually hitting him with the knife, and it's not like she actually wanted to hurt anyone, even if she [i]did[/i] dislike them, or thought they deserved it. 

Lucien shook his head lightly. [color=burlywood]"I appreciate you volunteering, Geralt. I assure you Ivory never misses, so you would have nothing to worry about, but perhaps we can give that a bit of time before we attempt it."[/color] He said, in hoped that maybe down the line the two could actually have some chances of getting along. That was still to be seen.