"Is it?" Jean-Claude asks in response, lifting his eyes to glance up at the line of the performers in turn. "Millicent is my Duchess. She has been the leader of the vampires in the city since I have come here myself. Which means I have been acquainted with her for well over a century now." He turns his deep blue eyes back to Lancelot. "Yet I do not have a problem with her likeness up there on the stage."

He tilts his head at the other man slightly, taking in the look of him and the look on his face, before he quirks another smile at him. A knowing smile. "Perhaps I am more accustomed to such things, however."