The speed at which the Ringleader entered his abode pushed Geralt back a bit and the neutral expression he wore dropped into a slight frown when Lucien shut the door. This was improper decorum, and that irked him, but aside from that this confrontation was incredibly sexy to him. He would have to maintain a semblance of cool-headedness during this conversation if he was committed to not letting it get out of hand. It seemed that Lucien was thinking the same thing, Geralt could tell that he was trying to hold back.

The inside of the man's trailer was akin to a museum of macabre artifacts and relics evoking the occult. He had heavy dark curtains to cover the windows, a single oil lamp in the corner that filled the room with smoke. The furniture smelled of cigarettes and cinnamon and alcohol, not all-together unpleasant in the right circumstances. All if the furniture was crafted from dark or even black wood with similar metal trim. He had many items of memorabilia scattered about: several glass cases full of pinned insects, jars of unborn animals, a black trunk in the corner which lie open to reveal many tools of the magician's trade, including a top hat, cape, and cane, and it looked as though the man even had an ashtray the shape or made from a human skull. The bed was clothed in black sheets as well, and separated from the room by a black curtain which was now ajar.

He followed the Nephilim inside and moved toward the table he had been sitting at when the man arrived. He turned his back to Lucien so as not to show his reaction to his line or questions, but he wasn't sure if this would make the man more or less angry. [color=crimson]"I'm not sure what else you are looking to hear, Lucien. I was...caught up in a previous engagement."[/color] He reached for the wine bottle, took it in his hand and turned to offer it to Lucien. [color=crimson]"Night cap?"[/color] he asked, forcing a sly smile.