Geralt was pleased by Ivory's reaction, only because he could tell that his speech and his reasoning had been enough to convince her. Although he knew nothing of what the moves of silk dancing were called, if they even had names, he had no idea how to use them appropriately, so he didn't bother. He knew Ivory was an expert, and was respecting her craft not to pander to her.

He remained standing as he watched her climb to the top of the silks, then begin tangling them about herself. He watched and memorized her movements, knowing he would need visual cues to time his entrance. It was complex, but he was following it well. He watched her fall, noting the tension in the silk as it rubbed against her skin. That could not be comfortable, but he didn't expect a complaint.

When the drop was done, Geralt could not help but raise his eyebrows. He was impressed, to say the least. Her act was elegant and thrilling, not unlike other activities that were among the Magician's favorites. He couldn't help but allow his eyes to give Ivory a once over, admiring her physique. There was no doubt in his mind that she would be amazing between the sheets.

As she flipped onto her feet, he noticed the marks the silks had left against her pale skin, but decided not to comment. He doubted they hurt anyway, considering her...condition. 

He slowly brought his hands together in a clap, shaking his head in wonder.[color=crimson] "More than potent, Ivory. That was...perfect. Just what I was looking for."[/color] he took several steps forward and vaulted onto the stage with almost no effort, just like his counterpart.

[color=crimson]"Now,"[/color] he said, as he approached her, [color=crimson]"For my entrance."[/color] He kept a healthy distance, but began to circle Ivory and the silks, looking at the full length of them as he did so. His eyes darted about the stage, measuring for space, making calculations. He stopped once he had reached his original position.

[color=crimson]"Honestly,"[/color] he said after his momentary silence, [color=crimson]"I think it's best to go simple from her...build the tension again during the act. We want to give the crowd a moment of pause, let their hearts stop as they see you reach the bottom, and breath a sigh of relief as--"[/color] he stopped here, his eyes glinting with the light of an idea, and glanced from Ivory and back to the silks again as a smile slowly traced itself across his lips. 

As the pause reached epic proportions, Ivory gestured and raise her eyebrows. Clearly, she was out of patience for Geralt's theatrics.

He shook his head, [color=crimson]"Of course, my apologies, I was just...imaging it."[/color] He cleared his throat, then walked to stand between the silks and turned to face Ivory. "As I come to save the day." he said, smile wider than ever. [color=crimson]"I think I should catch you."[/color] He said, matter-of-factly. In his eyes, this was the best, most thrilling option. In addition, it made his entrance give the audience a positive view of him even before he began performing, which he didn't need, but would never say no to an opportunity for it. Yes, this was what they should do, he was sure of it.