Lucien had not expected for Geralt to respond so blatantly. Of course his intentions now were very clear, and Lucien's mind was becoming far too clouded with whiskey to maintain his usual composure. His cheek's darkened in color, and he was quick to avert his gaze, and made a small attempt to clear his throat as he moved his glass toward the mouth of the bottle. Despite the circumstances Lucien still didn't feel like being the first to back down from their drinking, though that in itself was a dangerous game. He felt like he could maybe pull off a few more and still keep a decent amount of awareness. That's what he hoped, at least. It had been a while since he had drank this much.

[color=burlywood]"Well I don't think there's anything too special about it.. just me scribbling away at my sketchbook.."[/color] He said, glancing down at the sketchbook in his lap. 

[color=burlywood]"If you want, I wouldn't mind giving it a try, I'm always quite willing to test my skills, though I've never had someone actually pose for me. I usually just draw them based on observation. Not everyone is willing to sit still for extensive periods of time."[/color] He said with a small chuckle.