Jean-Claude cannot help but chuckle softly, shaking his head in response to the other man's suggestions. "Well, I will admit that I do enjoy the ballet, every now and again," he says. "You must think very highly of me though, to put me in such places as that. A gallery? Oh, mon ami, I do not know the slightest thing about art these days."

He wants to say that he was probably born poorer than anyone Daryl has ever known, and that he is only where he is because he has worked hard to get there and worked hard to pretend that he's better than he is. But to say as much is to give away far too many secrets. So he shakes his head again. "You must have a very high opinion of me indeed," he says instead.