[color=crimson]"Disappointed?"[/color] Geralt said in response to Lucien's next comment, [color=crimson]"I don't see how I could be. If your next performers are anything like these last two, I know I'm in for a thrill."[/color] Truth be told, everything he had seen so far at  Cirque D'étoiles had been far above par for the other circuses and shows he had performed in his life. There was nothing like the touch of the supernatural to spice up anyone's evening. Even if the patrons had no idea this was what they were seeing, the quality was far above what those of "normal birth" could achieve.

Geralt could hear the music before entering the tent, and deigned to speak for fear of interrupting. He slipped in next to Lucien and peered around the drapes at their Charmeur de Serpent.

He was surprised to see a man, but of course would never admit that. Snake dancing was usually extremely sexualized, and therefore reserved for females. His eyebrows raised when he saw the size of the snake the young man was handling. Although he seemed sleight of frame, he moved the creature with grace and did not falter. The snakes themselves had to be extremely well-trained, Geralt could tell only by watching for a few moments. They weaved in between the dancers arms as if he were speaking to them. Given the makeup of the rest of the performers, Geralt wouldn't be surprised if this was true.

He focused his attention more directly on the dancer himself, trying to glean anything he could from watching him. After a few seconds of study, he noticed the light catching on his skin, shimmering almost like scales.

[i][color=crimson]Serpent indeed...[/color][/i]

Other than this, his bond with the serpents that curled and twined around his arms and torso as he danced, and his long platinum hair, Geralt could tell very little about him. He was excited to meet this young man later, maybe speaking with him could give him more to go on.

Lucien's words almost startled him, as if that were possible, when he spoke next, he was so enraptured by the dance. He glanced around, then nodded and flicked Lucien a quick grin. [color=crimson]"You can count on me, patron." [/color]

The two slipped back out of the tent and once they were outside, he turned to Lucien with a slight bow of gratitude, [color=crimson]"I must thank you for this lovely evening, Lucien. I cannot wait to meet the other denizens of this fine and eclectic establishment you call yours...and, of course, share a glass of that delicious Bordeaux."[/color] With that, Geralt wasted no time. He squared his feet, and with a wave of his hand folded into a cape of darkness and was gone from sight.

[i][color=crimson]No need to walk when one could simply...be.[/color][/i]