Geralt simply nodded and took a step back. [color=crimson]"Your wish is my command, fräulein,"[/color] he said this under his breath. Really, this placating himself was getting out of hand. If he was forced to make another apology over the next twenty-four hours, he may reconsider his acceptance of Lucien's offer.

He made his intentions clear by turning his body toward the exit, [color=crimson]"We are travelling tomorrow, ja? If I'm no longer needed here, I'd like to have things in my trailer prepared for the journey,"[/color] he looked to Lucien, waiting to be dismissed. Normally, he would have preferred to celebrate with a night out on the town with his cohorts, but he doubted this batch of wet blankets would cause him anything but more grief. No, he would spend tonight in the company of those that appreciated his presence. Maybe that would fill him with a new sense of purpose in the morning.

[i][color=crimson]Their disrespect is eating you alive, Geralt. Something must be done before they think you a weak and sniveling worm that burrows beneath their heel... [/color][/i]

He attempted thoroughly to resist the gruff voice that echoed through the chambers of his mind, but he could not deny the truth in the creature's words. These small pats on the back were not worth so much as a smile from him. He was Geralt the Great, after all, this collection of misfits had no idea who they were dealing with. Perhaps the time would come to show them sooner than he had originally anticipated.

As he turned to leave, his eyes caught Lucien's face, and he felt the fire in his soul diminish slightly as his eyes traced the man's lips. His hair...the shape of his eyes...it was all the same. It reminded him why he was here at all...and something in him felt a twisted sort of longing to fulfill his designs. Even if this...mediocrity was what he had to endure, perhaps it was worth it.

Cora watched Geralt as he turned to leave. Though he was looking to Lucien for guidance, Cora found herself speaking up before the Ringleader had a chance. [color=00a99d]"Oh, Geralt, we all usually help out cleaning up and preparing for tomorrow. It goes much faster in the morning if we all pitch in,"[/color] she said, smiling over at him.

He paused and his dark eyes flicked to the pale face of the Siren. [color=crimson]"Hm..."[/color] he said, fighting the urge to sigh and roll his eyes, [color=crimson]"Well, if I can be of service, point me to where I am needed most,"[/color] he said, smiling halfheartedly in Lucien's direction.