Ivory didn't say anything, simply allowing the man to speak. She was annoyed by his insinuation, but she still didn't go out of her way to interrupt him. Geralt clearly liked to hear himself speak. She turned back to the silk, her index finger lightly tapping her arm as she contemplated her options. There were a couple things she could potentially try that she hadn't bothered to implement into a show, mostly out of redundancy. It would possibly add a completely other small segment to her act, but it was probably possible. She didn't respond to her question as she approached the silks again. Despite how knowledgeable he liked to sound, she knew he had absolutely no idea what any of these moves were called. Explaining was pointless, so showing him was probably better. 

The dhampir jumped up and took hold of the silk again, making her way up to the top. She'd have to think of something creative to do during this segment, since she usually only climbed all the way to the top once. She adjusted the silks appropriately around her legs and body before twisting herself and letting go, beginning the series of movements and twists that made up the fall. Upon reaching certain stops, she created and threw knives to hit respective targets, hand moving almost too fast for a normal person to keep up with. After all, all of this happened very fast. The drop abruptly ended when she had been completely untangled from the silk, all except her tightly secured ankle, head a few inches from the ground. She lowered a hand to the floor, and quickly untwisted her ankle from the silk, before she flipped back onto her feet. That had been really annoying to pull off in these clothes, but she ignored the stinging sensation across her abdomen. 

[color=darkgray]"Is that 'potent' enough?"[/color] She asked, crossing her arms again.