Lancelot laughs brightly at her expression, shakes his head a little and drops his eyes again.

"I admit, it's not my normal go-to place for entertainment, but..."

He hesitates, shrugs after a moment.

"I suppose I wouldn't say we're best friends, but I know enough about Jean-Claude to say he's a good guy. He saved my life once, and... with all that in mind, I'd consider somewhere run by him as safe a place as anyway. Besides, he does employ good dancers. I helped keep things quiet during his election event -- it was... enlightening, although I'm not so sure I'll ever look at Sylvia the way way again."