Jean-Claude quirks something of a smile at her, and looks as though he means to speak up to make the comment somehow apply to himself but at the last minute turns to glance up at the latest dancer to take the stage. "Nor can I, mon amie," he agrees, with the quirk of a smile. "Nor can I."

He turns back to her with a laugh in his eyes as he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs at the knee. "But enough talk of my club and my dancers. You must tell me of yourself. How has the city been treating you?"