Illyana watched everything unfolding before her, not bothering to hide her confused expression. She watched as Geralt took Ivory's hand and pulled her close and a shudder ran up her spine. She couldn't imagine being that close to the man, allowing him to touch her like that...but if she knew anything about Ivory, it was that she would not have accepted without a good reason. Slowly, she made her way back to the table and seated herself once more, but did not take her eyes off of Ivory and her over-confident partner.

Geralt noticed how hard Ivory was trying to keep her expression from showing her true feelings. Something about her personality struck him as easy to read, but she was trying to be as vague as possible here. He respected her attempt and noted that even he could not make a guess as to what was running through her mind. She was either fighting disgust or elation, or maybe a mixture of both.

He tilted his head slightly as he span her around, waiting for a crescendo in the song to quiet before he chuckled deeply and responded, [color=crimson]"Oh, I wasn't talking about the dress."[/color] He let his statement hang between them for a moment before shrugging slightly, [color=crimson]"Although I must admit Akane does have exceptional taste. Black fabric does wonders for your skin and hair...it reminds me of moonlight."[/color] While this was something he could hear himself saying to any woman, truth not being a factor at all, he caught himself actually meaning this statement. He wondered off hand if it was something in the drink, although his tolerance was exceptional, or something about the night air itself that was having this effect on him...either way, he did not feel the need in this moment to impress or manipulate. He felt strangely truthful, open...and while he would normally fight this feeling, he did not want to ruin the moment by doing so and decided to let it ride. There were worse things to seem than honest, anyway.