Jean-Claude tips his head at her, his dark blue eyes glistening in the light of the street lamps. He's managing to keep a pleasant smile on his face, but only just. Whoever this woman is, he does not like her, nor her insinuations. And he's thinking that the world might not be all that worse off without her, for that matter.

"Humor me," he replies, spreading his hands wide in front of him in a grand and perhaps overly theatrical gesture, as the crowd around them has largely begun to dissipate at this point.