Jean-Claude pushes himself to stand in one fluid and graceful movement, stepping forward towards the other man. They are of a similar height although Jean-Claude is slightly taller. Still, it means that he does not need to tip Daryl's head up in order to be able to look into his eyes. Deep, sapphire blue meeting the lighter blue of his companion's.

"Does it bother you, mon ami?" he asks, his voice as soft as his gently lilting French accent. "The idea that I find you as appealing as I do?"