"As you like," Jean-Claude replies, with the twist of a smile, determining that he's probably made his way through enough of the drink he has now that ordering the next isn't going to be too presumptuous, before he raises a hand to signal the bartender. Who turns away from the crowd he's tending almost instantly to jump to his beck and call. An action that would perhaps be curious if not for the fact that...

"When you own the bar," Jean-Claude explains, cocking his head at the bartender, who has immediately begun to go for the Absolute for the drink order they have put in, "then you are always allowed to jump to the front of the queue."