Geralt raised his eyebrows at Lucien's comment about tending bar and tilted his head, [color=crimson]"Oh, really now? In that case, I insist that you make my refill after I've finished with this one."[/color] At it's mention, Geralt leaned back and rescued his drink from the bowl of cold water where he was storing it. He took a sip, and tilted his head in disappointment. It wasn't as cold as he'd like it, but they didn't have access to ice, and he felt the itch getting more and more prevalent in the back of his mind. 

He caught Cora and Akane's exchange out of the corner of his eye, then stood up straight and raised his glass in Lucien's direction. [color=crimson]"I wouldn't call myself a follower, per se, but I feel the need to show my appreciation just now."[/color] He held his glass up a little higher, made eye contact with Lucien, and said, [color=crimson]"À un partenariat fructueux. À ta santé,"[/color] as a smile curled across his face.

Cora's smile widened as well as Akane returned her toast. [color=00a99d]"Oh,"[/color] she said, her eyes widening, [color=00a99d]"Kanpai!"[/color] She mimicked Akane's accent perfectly as she said the word, one of the talents of her naturally adaptable voice. Their glasses clinked together and she took another sip, beginning to feel a little lightheaded.