Jean-Claude is ever the showman. When he steps up on the stage, Raymond is at a table surrounded by his usual cronies and he looks up in surprise at the other vampire's announcement. One or two of his guards mutter darkly about this being unplanned, their eyes narrowing in suspicion, but the majority of vampires in the room are too drunk to think anything of it.

Not Raymond. He hasn't touched a drop of fae blood, so he's as sharp as ever. "I hope it's not yourself, JC!" Laughter in the room. Raymond grins. "I know old habits die hard, but I'd have to turn you down."