Jean-Claude takes the hint and steps forward to walk beside her, shaking his head as he does.
"You are a tough on, you are," he says. "It is true, though. I would imagine the city does not discriminate, nor does it look more kindly on one more than another. No matter how beautiful that one may be." He flicks another smile at her, suggesting that yes, he knows he's a ham, and he loves every moment of hamming it up.
"I am Jean-Claude," he introduces himself. "And now we are not strangers. You need not feel that you need to defend yourself from me. No more than the rest of them, I suppose."
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"You are a tough on, you are," he says. "It is true, though. I would imagine the city does not discriminate, nor does it look more kindly on one more than another. No matter how beautiful that one may be." He flicks another smile at her, suggesting that yes, he knows he's a ham, and he loves every moment of hamming it up.
"I am Jean-Claude," he introduces himself. "And now we are not strangers. You need not feel that you need to defend yourself from me. No more than the rest of them, I suppose."