Cora smiled brightly at Akane as she complimented her as well. Akane was always saying things like that about Cora, and while at first she hadn't really understood why her beauty mattered, it always made her heart flutter a little to hear such sweet words. 

[color=crimson]"I will drink to that,"[/color] Geralt said in agreement as he leaned around Aurel to look at Cora again, [color=crimson]"Or, I would if I had any whiskey for this coffee."[/color] He added, then downed the last of the black liquid from his mug before setting it down.

At Ivory's comment, Geralt let his eyes fall on her. He raised an eyebrow to match his uneven grin, resting his elbows on the table and touching the tips of his fingers together as he leaned in. She smiled, and it was absolutely lovely. Despite her foul mood and sharp remarks, she was extremely beautiful, as was a trademark of her kind. Despite his first instinct to return her comment with one of his own, instead, he decided to keep things light by saying, [color=crimson]"I must say, their light is only second to your smile, Miss Ivory. I hope I get to see more of it during my time here."[/color] He kept his eyes on her, gauging her reaction to his undivided attention.

Illyana nearly choked on her next bite of food as Geralt turned his attention on Ivory. It was clear to everyone within moments, and not only because of how close they were, how much the man's presence bothered the dhampir. He had expected Geralt to ignore her, he didn't seem the type to go hunting where he didn't belong, but she had underestimated his aplomb. It was clear that he was waiting to see how Ivory would react, and Illyana couldn't help but do the same as she looked over to her.