Lucien was glad to hear Geralt agree, and simply dropped the subject. There was no need to linger on such things any longer. He raised his eyebrows slightly as the Magician revealed his Irish roots. He was right in saying that he held no resemblance of it.. not in the least, so he never would have guessed. He sensed some ire rolling off the man's tongue as he said the word father. It seemed.. he held a bit of distaste for him. Perhaps the two did not get along well, but he wasn't going to ask anything in regards to it. He knew better than to try to dig that deeply. It wasn't like his relationship with his own father was any better.. considering he never met the 'man.'

[color=burlywood]"Well.. even if you don't resemble her in appearance, you have the 'uisce beatha' flowing through your veins just like her."[/color] He said with a small smile, raising his glass of whiskey a little. He had a feeling that Geralt would know what the words meant. It seemed like the sort of knowledge he might hold. At the question that followed, Lucien's eyes shifted from the man to the glass he was holding, as if trying to see something in the reflection of the liquid that wasn't there.

[color=burlywood]"I'm fluent."[/color] He told him. [color=burlywood]"But only in speaking it, I can't read or write it."[/color] He added, before a drink from his glass.