Geralt happily filled Lucien's glass with three more fingers of whiskey, smiling all the way. He would be happy to provide a more...liquid experience for the Nephilim. He was far too wound up on a regular basis and deserved a chance to relax, especially if Geralt happened to be near when the Ringleader let down his guard. Though even the Magician's head was beginning to become a little hazy with the liquor, he suspected that he was much better off than Lucien, at least so far. It had taken him many years to build up this level of tolerance, but he had neglected to eat a meal before coming over tonight just for the special occasion. 

[color=crimson]"Oh, please,"[/color] the man said as he set the bottle down, [color=crimson]"There's no need to downplay your talents like that. I consider myself quite skilled in manual pursuits and I have no skill at sketching."[/color] After a beat, he looked over at Lucien with a cocked eyebrow and responded, [color=crimson]"If the reward is great enough, I'd be willing to sit as long as you needed..."[/color] He made sure to make eye contact with the other man then, his dark eyes piercing Lucien's light golden ones. Even in the dark, he could see them shining with an inner light. Something he missed when he looked in the mirror...

[color=crimson][i]Empty.[/i]

"Although, now that you mention it,"[/color] he said a little louder, talking over the voice in his head, [color=crimson]"I am curious...have you ever drawn me?"[/color] This question would tell him so much, and for such a simple answer.