Cora felt herself transported by Lucien's music, and knew that she had to match his level of perfection and elegance. She strove to be a good partner for him now so that she was sure there would be no doubt of the feeling behind his song. It filled her full of hope, and she wanted to be a conduit for that so that the audience could feel it too. Having Geralt here may have been better than she thought after all, he may be able to give her the feedback she was looking for.

Geralt made sure to focus all of his attention on Lucien so as not to be swept away by the soothing power of Cora's voice. He wanted to be sure not to miss any telltale signs of Lucien's emotional state as he played, and knew he could not do so if he allowed himself to be rocked by the sound. Although he was prepared for it this time, it was still extremely hard to resist. Even a man of his particular talents and skill was not able to fully combat the power of the Siren's Song. Now he understood where her act got its name and why hers seemed to be the most popular attraction in the troupe. It held the same allure as alcohol or narcotics, and would absolutely keep the patrons coming back for more. Still, he had to push through and focus on Lucien.

He watched the Ringleader's face the whole time, and felt his smile widening in its semi-stupor as he noticed Lucien allowing himself to be taken away, only for a moment. A smile, small but genuine, flitted across his lips. Even from the Magician's vantage point at Lucien's side, he could see it. The Ringleader must have noticed this momentary lapse in awareness, for he straightened again and for the rest of the song seemed a little...tighter. His expression, his body, his hands, all seemed a little more focused. The music did not suffer for it, at least to the untrained ear, but Geralt could tell that he was trying to keep himself wound up. They had that in common around Cora.

As the song came to a close, Geralt let himself slip for just a moment into the state of euphoria brought on by the young woman's voice. If he had been a lesser man, he may have slipped from his chair and onto the floor. For a moment, his eyes closed and his face relaxed, along with his mind. As he drifted away, memories began to flash before his eyes. The second he realized what he was doing, he straightened again just as Cora sang the last, sharp note.

She looked to Lucien, her smile brighter than before, and said, [color=00a99d]"Thank you, Lucien, but I couldn't do it without your playing. You're just...amazing..."[/color] she was at a loss for words. Nothing could describe the way that singing made her feel, and she only hoped the positive experience transferred. She looked over at Geralt as he was standing.

The Magician stood and began to clap, though he could tell the drowsiness was clear on his face, he blinked to clear it as quickly as he could. Cora could prove...dangerous to him.

[color=crimson]"That was absolutely magnificent. Lucien, Cora, you are a gift to music."[/color]