Jean-Claude can feel his heart pounding in his chest, pulse thundering in his ears, and there's a part of him that can hardly believe that he has succeeded in this either. It's not that he didn't believe himself capable of the hypothetical possibility of taking over the city. It's that he never believed he would ever have enough reason, enough backing, enough gall to step up and make it happen.

He glances aside at the other vampire from where he stands, covered in the blood of the former Duke of the city, and laughs. The sound loud and throaty, and perhaps a little shaky but then again he figures he is allowed here and now to need a moment to collect himself.

"It would seem that I did."