Geralt kept his eyes on Lucien as he spoke, balancing the glass between his fingers as it rested on his knee with the other hand relaxed in his lap. He then turned his eyes away and stared at the liquid as it swayed in space.

He was smiling, of course, but in his eyes there was a far off look and his voice was low and thoughtful. [color=crimson]"Well, here I am. Ready and willing,"[/color] he said finally, and kept his eyes averted as he continued. [color=crimson]"I was careless and disrespectful to you, and frankly, I'm ashamed of myself."[/color] When he turned his eyes back to the Ringleader, there was a glint in them that had not been present before, a force behind them that lit them as if they were alive again. [color=crimson]"I'm sorry for the way I acted, please know I meant it as not reflection on you and that it won't happen again."[/color]

After a beat, he chuckled to himself as if embarrassed, and shook his head as he took on a lighter tone, [color=crimson]"What I'm trying to say, is what is apology liquor without the apology, hm?"[/color]