Jean-Claude keeps his gaze carefully fixed on the other man, taking in the way he's pacing as he speaks, the way he shies away from looking him directly in the eyes as he does. He tilts his head at the other man again, as if trying to assess what it is that he's asking him. As if trying to assess Daryl himself for that matter.

"I was not aware that I was 'playing at' anything," Jean-Claude replies. "The way I speak to you? The way I look at you? Mon ami..." Jean-Claude's face curves into a slow, yet gentle smile. "The way you speak. It is as if you have never been admired before."