Geralt could see that his prolonged eye contact and proximity was getting to the man, which pleased him greatly. For some time, he had been worried that the attraction between them was only one-sided, but the Nephilim's reaction here was enough to convince him otherwise. There was no need for him to become uneasy around The Magician, especially given their emploee/employer relationship. The drink had a little to do with it, he was sure, but not all. Every now and again, the Frenchman would glance down at Geralt's hands, but quickly look away. This was enough to tell The Magician that his insistence was not going nowhere, it was just going somewhere very [i]very[/i] slowly. While this would normally be an annoyance to the German, for this particular prize, he was willing to wait.

[color=crimson]"Mmm..."[/color] he hummed sagely as he took a conservative sip of his drink, [color=crimson]"It sounds like our childhoods were almost entirely opposite."[/color] A small sarcastic grin lit his features then but was quickly replaced by his more suggestive expression. No need for distractions like that now.

[color=crimson]"I should have known,"[/color] he added when Lucien explained about the drawing, [color=crimson]"You'd never do anything that could be perceived as even slightly unwarranted, or make anyone uncomfortable without their permission."[/color] He realized then that his tone and words were becoming a little too self-righteous, so he pulled back a little. Although Lucien was not willing to hold his gaze for almost any length of time at this point, Geralt kept trying to maintain eye-contact as long as he could. [color=crimson]"Consider my permission granted, here and now, for any sketching, drawing, observing, or other...artistic activities."[/color] He held up a hand as if being sworn in, his dark eyes alight with mischief.