That makes two of them, sober and sharp and dangerous. Jean-Claude gives the other vampire an obliging smile and a theatrical bow at the joke at his expense. His reputation precedes him, of course. Raymond will know that even before Jean-Claude had owned a strip club, he had walked the streets not unlike the women and the men who he employs now. He will know where he came from before that, straight out of the clutches, and the bed for that matter, of his previous master in France.
"Alas, no," he replies. "If I were to be offering myself, rest assured I would have dressed for the occasion." Not that he isn't dressed to the nines now. Complete with deep purple velveteen frock coat and a long metal blade carefully strapped to his back beneath it. "You have named your requests for the evening, monsieur, and there has been fae blood on the menu. But you have not had any for yourself yet, I noticed. It is just as well. Perhaps you understood just what I had in store for you."
He gestures to the side wings, for the guards to go and fetch the 'prisoner', as it were, as he turns back to the Duke himself and says, "I understand that you have something of a feud at work. With the Lord of Autumn, that is."
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"Alas, no," he replies. "If I were to be offering myself, rest assured I would have dressed for the occasion." Not that he isn't dressed to the nines now. Complete with deep purple velveteen frock coat and a long metal blade carefully strapped to his back beneath it. "You have named your requests for the evening, monsieur, and there has been fae blood on the menu. But you have not had any for yourself yet, I noticed. It is just as well. Perhaps you understood just what I had in store for you."
He gestures to the side wings, for the guards to go and fetch the 'prisoner', as it were, as he turns back to the Duke himself and says, "I understand that you have something of a feud at work. With the Lord of Autumn, that is."