Jean-Claude resists the urge to roll his eyes at the other vampire. Italians. They think they know everything about women, wine, and love. Does not he realize that he is speaking to a Frenchman? There is a reason they call Paris the city of love and it is not because of the architecture.

He drums his fingers on the bartop as if contemplating his answer. Two can play at this game though, Cesare. Jean-Claude tosses back the rest of his drink and moves to stand, offering the other vampire a sideways smile. "Perhaps you should call and find out."