He knew the Vampire was smart, so he wasn't surprised when she deduced two of his many skills from his explanation. These were mere parlour tricks in comparison to what he was truly capable of. If she was lucky, maybe Ivory would be able to witness some of them.

He waited while she contemplated their situation and watched the wheels turn in her head. She approached the silks, touched them, thought some more, appeared to be measuring with her eyes...and then something clarified. He could see it in her expression, she had found the pitch. He only hoped it would be worthy.

He placed a finger against his lips as she explained, imagining it unfolding in his mind's eye. While it was certainly not as thrilling as his idea, it did have a certain...spark to it. He knew that the audience would be completely entranced by Ivory's routine, as he had been when he watched her. The movements of her body were so precise, the rubes would be following every little twitch of her muscles, waiting for her to slip up. If they had their eyes on her, then suddenly lost her to find Geralt standing in her place, that would certainly bring an air of awe and majesty to the routine. He could easily accomplish what she was requesting, with some flourishes of his own for a little extra pizzazz...yes, it could work.

One flaw was that her disappearance could easily be attributed to either of their skill sets. He would have to make sure to incorporate some disappearing/reappearing into his act to allow him the credit for it...but this would be easily done.

He pretended to think for a moment longer, looking around the stage, then up at the silks and out into the audience.

Finally, he dropped his hand and nodded, [color=crimson]"It can work."[/color] He said this straight-faced, wanting to make sure Ivory sensed his displeasure so she wouldn't think he gave in too easily. He turned and hopped lightly from the stage to the ground and approached the chair once more. As he took a seat, he said, [color=crimson]"Show me."[/color] This was not only for theatrics, of course, all of his demands served a purpose. He needed to make sure that Ivory could be completely concealed from the audience before he agreed to support her suggestion. If even one toe, one sliver of her thigh was out of place, the gag could be ruined. The reasoning for this would become clear to her once the test run of their idea was complete, but for now it was best to test her when she had no context.