Lucien could tell that Geralt's hangover still lingered. Under normal circumstances he might have offered him help with it, but he had a feeling it would be denied even if he tried to do so. The man was silent, but he could tell by the way he carried himself that it was.. different from yesterday. He had noticed Geralt had made sure to make himself known throughout the day, perhaps his way of showing that he'd be sure to perform tonight, but he needed to actually hear it from the man himself. He wasn't kidding when he said he didn't want to make guesses anymore. He stepped inside, though not as abruptly as he had the night before. Eyes trailed briefly across the room, eyes landing on a stain he recognized as as wine. 

[color=burlywood]"How are you feeling?"[/color] He asked, though the answer was obvious. Still, he wanted to make sure. This could also potentially impact his performance later. His tone was softer than the night before, his anger no longer lingering in his features, but his relatively stern expression lingered. At least this time he wanted to give him a chance to properly explain himself, if not at least provide him with the reassurance he needed.