Lucien stepped towards the piano as Geralt moved away, his hand's lightly running across the keys.

[color=burlywood]"I cannot deny his good taste."[/color] He said. If he had ended up learning how to play just from how often his father played or listened to it it, he could not deny that the feat itself was still impressive.

[color=burlywood]"Of course not, feel free to take a seat."[/color] He said, motioning to one of the nearby chairs before he took a seat. He glanced over at Cora, taking note of a bit of her nerves. Was she embarrassed of singing in front of Geralt? It certainly seemed like the magician loved to flatter her. Considering Cora seemed to enjoy it, he didn't see the need to reprimand Geralt for it. 

[color=burlywood]"Ready? Just do it like you always do."[/color] He said with a reassuring smile. It was his way of telling her not to focus too much on the fact Geralt was here. In all honesty he was curious of what the man's opinion would be of this song, but he didn't say that out loud. Once Cora was ready, Lucien shifted his attention on the keys, placing his slender fingers in their respective place. With that, the soft sound of the piano began to fill the tent, loud and clear. Lucien's smile grew more gentle as Cora's singing began to accompany him. Hearing it like this now in perfect synergy was satisfying, because it sounded better than he had originally imagined. He truly hoped people would feel the true purpose of this song.