Geralt almost sighed again at Ivory's response, but held back so as not to antagonize her further. The second the first sentence had left her mouth, Geralt knew what she was aiming for. Although he was aware that, again, her request was a sound one, he knew this was a tactic she was using to get more information from him. This was a difficult situation, because Geralt had worked hard for years to build and maintain and air of mystery and aw around his abilities. Although he had been asked many times to "reveal his secrets" he had always found a way around the question.

However, he had not ever worked on a team of performers before, and was well aware that Ivory had to have some knowledge of his capabilities if she was to formulate an even semi-passable plan. He could give her a little, what she would see, without telling her how it was done. That, or risk a scolding from Lucien, which did not sound all that horrible...

But, the Ringleader had asked something of him, and Geralt was determined to deliver. [color=crimson]"Honestly, the question should be 'what [i]can't[/i] I do',"[/color] he began, shrugging but keeping his arms crossed, [color=crimson]"I can be wherever and whenever you need me to be, and be unseen. I can move you with the audience none-the-wiser, also, but I have to touch you to do that."[/color] He tiled his head slightly, his smirk returning but for a moment. [color=crimson]"Tell me what you need, and I can humbly oblige, trust me."[/color] [color=crimson][i]Or don't, I don't care either way.[/i][/color] He said this last bit to himself, and the low growling laugh of the other radiated through his brain.