Jean-Claude laughs in response to that. A deep, throaty laugh, shaking his head, letting his dark curls fall about his face for the moment before he pulls himself together.

"Touché," he responds. He is not accustomed to chasing down women himself. They are usually prostrating themselves at his feet. But that is not to say he does not welcome a challenge every now and again. He straightens, flashing a smile at her, before he offers her a bow.

"Well. Until we meet again then, ma chère," he says. "By one means or another."