Lucien went back to looking at his glass as Geralt spoke, swirling the wine a little more before taking another sip, taking another moment to appreciate its taste. [color=burlywood]"It's not a terrible hobby to have."[/color] He had been quite disappointed when Prohibition started, but he had made due without it, until it had become legal again. He didn't find it worth the hassle of trying to get a hold of it, and considering Faolan had never been much of a drinker, it wasn't something they really needed. 

Now, however, he was able to indulge as much as he wanted, when it could be afforded at least. He couldn't deny that he had missed it, however, and even now he was hit with the nostalgia of home, now that they were talking about it. He decided to slightly turn his chair to face Geralt as he had remained near his board, and was interested in his response. Leaving home as a teenager.. he supposed for some that wasn't that odd, but it did make him curious.. exactly how much 'a long time' was, considering the rumors of how long the magician had been practicing his magic. 

At his mention of the war, Lucien averted his gaze. Those were certainly.. troubled times. Bordeaux had gotten lucky during the war.. as it had been made the temporary capital during the attacks on Paris. He didn't like to think about it, he felt the same about war. It was unnecessary bloodshed and cruelty. It brought out the worst in people. 

[color=burlywood]"Yes.. I left slightly less than a year before it started.."[/color] He muttered, a hint of nostalgia in his voice at all the memories that followed that fateful journey. 

He looked back up at Geralt, shaking his head. [color=burlywood]"No.. of course not. Individuals should not be held responsible for the actions of their country, or its leaders."[/color] He could tell from the way the Geralt spoke that he was being genuine in his words, and he appreciated that. From the sound if it, it didn't seem like he had been in Germany during that time either, but he decided not to ask.

[color=burlywood]"Well enough of that.. nasty business. We don't want to spoil the flavor of a good wine do we?"[/color] He said, hoping to steer the subject of the conversation elsewhere. It was not a topic he preferred to linger on.