Disappointment immediately clouded Geralt's eyes as he felt Lucien grow resistant to his touch and eventually pull away. Of course, he had known this was a possibility, but before he had spoken the Nephilim had seemed almost relaxed in his grasp, accepting of it. Had his words been too overtly sexual? Normally, a pickup like this would have worked like a charm, but Lucien was not just any man...even Geralt could not hide the frown that replaced his smile as the connection between them was severed.

[i][color=crimson]Pathetic. Worthless. Failure.[/color][/i]

This also immediately sobered him, and all traces of alcohol in his system seemed to be wiped away in an instant. [color=crimson]"Oh, I suppose I have as well."[/color] He said, before tossing back the remainder of the whiskey in his glass and glancing at the half bottle that now remained of the one he had brought as an offering.

Geralt knew that he had a tendency to be...dramatic when it came to his failures, and holding in his utter despair at this turn was difficult for him. It was best if he extricated himself now before he said or did something that he would regret.

He stood, rather abruptly, and glanced down at Lucien almost absently, [color=crimson]"I'll take my leave of you, get some of that rest I so desperately need."[/color] He did not allow the Nephilim time to respond before turning and making his way toward the ladder. He would have preferred to blink away, but even despite his rush in leaving, he knew that consistency was important here.

[color=crimson]"I'll see you tomorrow."[/color] He said as he mounted the ladder and began to descend, flashing one more strained smile at Lucien before he disappeared, [color=crimson]"Try not to say up too long..."[/color] And with that, as soon as he was out of eye-line of the Frenchman, Geralt disappeared in a whirl of pitch-colored smoke.