Illyana smiled at Aurel, but her attention was drawn to Geralt, just as she was sure he'd intended. She heard his offer and stiffened slightly, constantly reminding herself to relax. Instinctively, she moved a little closer to Aurel as her eyes fell on the multitude of bottles on the table.

Geralt's eyes glinted with a mischievous light as carnies started to gather around the table, and his smile widened ever more when he heard Lucien's answer and Akane's question. He noted with distaste that Illyana, Aurel, and Ivory remained on the sidelines, but saw no need in inviting them over yet. They were well aware of what he was offering, he wasn't going to force their hands, or their mouths.

[color=crimson]"Oh, patron,"[/color] he said to Lucien, [color=crimson]"I hope your mouth is watering already."[/color] He winked, then set about the task of making Lucien's drink. Luckily, he had all of the ingredients for a French 75. Not only was it on point thematically, but he happened to have all of the ingredients handy.

To Akane's question, The Magician raised an eyebrow but did not take his eyes away from his task as he grabbed a fresh glass and a bottle of gin. [color=crimson]"I live to serve, my dear. Would you like something?"[/color] he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as he asked.

Cora's eyes went wide as Akane drew her toward the table. Though she was completely taken in by the sight before her as Geralt's long and skilled fingers moved over the tops of various bottles, she held tightly to the Kitsune's warm hand. [color=00a99d]"I might..."[/color] she said, glancing at Akane and Lucien, as if for permission as she slowly finished her statement, [color=00a99d]"Want to try something..."[/color]