Jean-Claude cocks his head at the person he'd addressed. No more than a child, at least in Jean-Claude's eyes. How ironic, considering when he'd grown up, such an age would have been considered more than adult enough. What a difference six hundred years can make.

"In a matter of speaking," Jean-Claude responds, with an ironic twist of a smile. "I asked about the show tonight. If you were enjoying it. Though it seems as if you have something else preoccupying your thoughts besides our dancers."