Geralt smiled slyly and winked at Cora in response to her comment, [color=crimson]"My apologies, Miss, I must be mistaken."[/color] He felt something swishing at his pant leg and glanced down to see Akane's tail...no, her tails, swishing back and forth as if wagging. He raised an eyebrow at this, but said nothing. It seemed he would not have to mine as deep with Akane to figure her out after all. 

[i][color=9e0b0f]Filthy half-breed...she probably wines and begs like a dog too...[/color][/i] The dark voice dripped with malice.

[i][color=9e0b0f]More like a fox, old chap.[/color][/i] Geralt though back.

Ivory's voice broke him from this interanl conversation. [color=crimson]"Hm?"[/color] he said, as if half listening, then nodded as if he had just remembered his conversation with Lucien, [color=crimson]"Oh, yes, practice does make perfect, after all."[/color] he said, then made his way around the table. Before leaving, he glanced at the rest of the troupe, specifically at Aurel, and said, [color=crimson]"I expect to see some improvement on these poker-faces by the time we're done."[/color]

After this, he turned on his heel and held a hand out in the direction the pair would be travelling and said to Ivory, with a slight bow, [color=crimson]"After you, Miss Ivory."[/color]