Jean-Claude lets out a little sound that is partially knowing and partially wistful. Of course the good Guardian would give such a response as that. While it is not nearly as entertaining, it is of course predictable.

"Ahhh, dommage," he says, turning to scan his eyes over the dancers, the 'politicians' once more. "There are some pretty faces on the stage tonight. It is a shame you cannot appreciate them." He quirks a smile at the other man in turn. "Perhaps another night?" They have many specials. And the regular days as well, of course.