The smell of brandy and the familiar smell of wine had hit the Ringleader's nose the moment Geralt had opened the door. He had held back a grimace at this, but the response he received almost made his present scowl deepen. He supposed that answered his question. Had he been partying? Was that why he lost track of time? That made this entire situation much worse. He had hoped him to be more responsible than this.

He came in and closed the door behind him, attempting to retain a form of control. [color=burlywood]"Is that really all that you have to say for yourself?"[/color] He asked, his tone lacking it's usual softness. He would not raise his voice, not yet, but even now it was clear how angry he was. 

[color=burlywood]"You missed [i]all of your shows[/i] Geralt. [i]Why[/i]?"[/color] He wanted to hear some form of an attempt at an excuse. [i]Something[/i] to show that he at least cared about what he had done, that he knew he had messed up. Was he asking for too much?