Geralt chuckled aloud at Lucien's next comment, [color=crimson]"Oh, they certainly are not."[/color] He had noticed a sway in Lucien's hand as he held his glass, a slight flush in his cheeks and a heaviness in his eyelids. The Frenchman was becoming drunk. Maybe just a buzz at this point, but he was on his way. In a show of solidarity, Geralt emptied the rest of his glass into his mouth, not even bothering to taste it as the fiery liquid slid down his throat. He barely batted an eye as he refilled his glass, then offered the bottle toward his companion.

[color=crimson]"I'd love to, honestly, any excuse to watch you work..."[/color] he laughed lightly, leaning a bit closer to the Frenchman and lowering his voice slightly, [color=crimson]"I wouldn't want to assume your artistic method, but maybe I could pose for you sometime. That'd be a fantastic way to test your skills, if we really wanted to."[/color] While Geralt's intentions with Lucien had always been clear, at least in the German's mind, he hadn't expected this conversation to get this far. Whatever negative feelings of sadness, doubt, or nostalgia were holding Lucien back, Geralt did not want to let them get in the way of their perceived closeness. It was his best chance yet to get a little closer to the Ringleader, and he was not about to let it go to waste.