Joscelin has been watching the guests all night, lest anyone attempt to spoil the evening and ruin Jean-Claude's chances of winning the election. Like this embarrassing spectacle of a human being in front of him. He'd noticed her hanging off Cesare's arm, and watched with growing dismay as she'd gotten drunker and drunker throughout the night. Now she's retching into a priceless antique and it's only the fact that Jean-Claude has expressly forbidden him from eviscerating party guests that keeps her head attached to her shoulders, apparent relationship with Cesare be damned.
But Jean-Claude never said anything about being nice.
He hands her his handkerchief, an expression of open revulsion on his face. "Clean yourself up."
Later in the night
Joscelin has been watching the guests all night, lest anyone attempt to spoil the evening and ruin Jean-Claude's chances of winning the election. Like this embarrassing spectacle of a human being in front of him. He'd noticed her hanging off Cesare's arm, and watched with growing dismay as she'd gotten drunker and drunker throughout the night. Now she's retching into a priceless antique and it's only the fact that Jean-Claude has expressly forbidden him from eviscerating party guests that keeps her head attached to her shoulders, apparent relationship with Cesare be damned.
But Jean-Claude never said anything about being nice.
He hands her his handkerchief, an expression of open revulsion on his face. "Clean yourself up."