[color=crimson]"Tidy indeed...just like its occupant."[/color] He said as he poured Lucien a glass and then filled his own before placing the bottle on the table between them. He picked his glass up by the stem and swirled it in the glass before holding it to his nose and locking eyes with Lucien once more. [color=crimson]"I hope I didn't offend, of course. It is my bottle, I thought it only natural that I pour."[/color] His free hand was lying in his lap, the corkscrew seemingly gone from the space.

While they sat, his eyes darted briefly to the bulletin board over Lucien's shoulder. He spotted what looked to be several small photos, likely a group photo of the troupe and some other close-ups if objects that he couldn't make out on this first glance, a collection of post cards, an envelope, and a child's drawing. This was particularly interesting to him, as there were no children in the troupe, at least that he knew of. He could tell it was old, however, as it was layered over by other papers and photos. It showed four figures, two smaller, one of medium size, and one that was gargantuan in comparison. That was all he could make out without getting closer.

[color=crimson]"My apologies,"[/color] he said after a moment of silence, [color=crimson]"I was admiring your collection while I let the wine breathe."[/color] He gestured to the board with his glass. [color=crimson]"I hope you don't mind..."[/color] he said, as his eyes drifted back over to it.