Geralt simply smiled at Lucien's teasing. He was glad that the ringleader had seemingly relaxed around him, at least enough to let him inside his "home" and drink wine with him. Being French, he assumed it would take more than a few sips of Cabernet to intoxicate the man, but it was certainly a start.

[color=crimson]"Hm."[/color] He nodded at Lucien's memento comment, taking a moment to swirl the wine once again before he followed up with, [color=crimson]"I should have guessed that about you. Do you mind?"[/color] He gestured to the desk, then stood and made his way over before Lucien had a chance to respond.

At the ringleader's next statement, he couldn't help but pause in his examination of the man's work-space and look over his shoulder. He let out a quiet chuckle, then asked, [color=crimson]"I couldn't agree more..."[/color] He smiled as he noticed the King of Hearts card that he had left in Lucien's care sitting on the desk, and wondered if he had tried to throw it away. The card was lying next to a small white paper crane, like those you would see in the orient. He had never been, of course, but he knew how to recognize it. 

He took a sip of the wine from his glass, a little earlier than he would have usually, and let it sit in his mouth a moment before swallowing. [color=crimson]"Mmm..."[/color] he sighed with pleasure, impressed with himself for not the first time today. [color=crimson]"Blackcurrant and...smoke, likely from the French Oak."[/color] This had been an excellent year. He let that statement hang in the air for a moment, then added, [color=crimson]"How long has it been, since you've been home?"[/color] He asked, then turned back to the board, noting an aged envelope with French postage.