Jean-Claude raises an eyebrow but holds up his wine glass. It is small, intended for dessert wines. Jean-Claude has always been partial to sweet things, berries in particular. Blackberry especially. "Have you grown senile, in your old age?" he teases. Knowing full well that he is older than Cesare himself by at least a century, and that having died in his 30's, he looks older than him besides.
He sets his glass down on the counter again and regards the other vampire coolly. Definitely taking in the measure of him, how he might have changed in the last few decades, how he has stayed the same. And admiring as well. Jean-Claude is not ashamed to let another know that he likes what he sees. "I have a little club now," he responds, before turning back to the bar. Flicking a business card out of his jacket and sliding it down the bar at Cesare. Guilty Pleasures, it reads, as if there were any doubt as to what sort of club it was. "You might come and visit me sometime," he suggests, flicking the other vampire another smile as he does.
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He sets his glass down on the counter again and regards the other vampire coolly. Definitely taking in the measure of him, how he might have changed in the last few decades, how he has stayed the same. And admiring as well. Jean-Claude is not ashamed to let another know that he likes what he sees. "I have a little club now," he responds, before turning back to the bar. Flicking a business card out of his jacket and sliding it down the bar at Cesare. Guilty Pleasures, it reads, as if there were any doubt as to what sort of club it was. "You might come and visit me sometime," he suggests, flicking the other vampire another smile as he does.