Jean-Claude keeps his fingers curled around Daryl's jaw, his other hand trailing against the skin of the other man's arm right up until Daryl reaches out to stop him. Turning his face into the other man's hair slightly as the other man tips his forehead against his shoulder, intrigued by the way he reaches to fasten his hand in the front of his shirt.

He nearly missed what has happening, the other man was so subtle in his actions. Nearly. He cannot help but notice the jumping in the other man's pulse, after all -- he is a vampire. Nor can he miss, as Daryl starts and shoves him away, darting off into the distance and shifting as he goes, the subtle scent that lingers as he goes. If he weren't well familiar with such a smell, he might be more confused with what just happened. As it is, he flicks a softly curving smile in the direction that the other man had disappeared.

"Until next time, mon cher," he murmurs after him.