It was unlike Geralt to avoid someone's gaze. If there was anything he had observed about the magician over the last few months, is that he quite enjoyed eye contact. It seemed this was particularly difficult to admit, but he was glad that he had done so despite that. He could tell.. that the man felt genuinely sorry for what he had done. 

This was certainly... a different side to the man. 

[color=burlywood]"Well.. I suppose I would just call it liquor."[/color] He said with a small smile, but this one was softer than usual. 

[color=burlywood]"I admit that.. I was harsh when we last spoke. I don't know what was running through your head in that moment, but I just.. want you to understand how important this circus is to me. I suppose I never really shared this with you. My goal when I started this circus was to create a place where people that were different could feel safe and accepted. Your actions that day.. to me, put that in jeopardy, because of the risk it posed."[/color] He said with a small sigh, as his gaze drifted up to the moon for just a moment. 

[color=burlywood]"I want to understand you, Geralt. What prompted you to do such a thing?"[/color] He asked, turning his gaze back to the man. Lucien didn't think Geralt was the type of man to take shortcuts this big. He was clearly prideful, as a person and as a performer.. so he found the action odd. If there was something on his mind that had caused this, he wanted to know.