"Mmm, please do." His humming was getting deeper, lower and lower in his throat. This was mostly subconscious, but something he did when he was trying to...attract a mate. Although Lucien was male, and these types of small displays did not usually work with males as well as females, it was almost instinctual, the way his body reacted as he grew more and more aware of how beautiful Lucien was. How much like her he was, how mystifying their connection...

And there had to be one, there was no way this resemblance was a coincidence. And Lucien being French, of all things? No...no, this was too perfect.

Unless...unless fate was playing a cruel trick on him, and it wouldn't be the first time.

[i][color=9e0b0f]Sacrifice.[/color][/i]

Geralt shook his head slightly and pulled away, but only a bit, before he re-positioned himself closer still to Lucien. He was practically hanging off of the side of his chair by the time he spoke next.

His mouth had stretched into that wide, almost predatory smile as he watched Lucien study his features, his eyes alight with the fire of lust, even in this almost pitch darkness. [color=crimson]"Oh, study away..."[/color] he said, his voice low and heavy, [color=crimson]"Make sure not to miss any details..."[/color] he added, his tongue slowly curling from between his lips and tracing them before he withdrew it again.

At Lucien's next comment, he couldn't help but chuckle and drop eye contact to land on the man's hands. [color=crimson]"Well, well, well, I didn't take you for a man to point out one's flaws so readily..."[/color] he shook his head and waved a hand to dismiss the comment just as soon as the words had left him.[color=crimson] "I suppose my weariness is just my age catching up with me...I knew it would happen eventually, but I didn't think it would be quite so soon."[/color] After another beat, he slowly reached for Lucien's hand, [color=crimson]"I will say though, I find I sleep much more soundly when I have...company..."[/color] As his warm hand laid over top of Lucien's chilled skin, he brought his eyes up to meet the Frenchman's once more. Normally, he would have preferred to wait a little longer to make a move like this, but with an opening like that, he simply couldn't resist.