Jean-Claude reaches down and runs his hand through Eames' hair as he kneels before him. Petting him as though he might pet a hound at his feet before he clenches a fist in the other man's hair and pulls him upright. He's certain that Eames is going to love him for this, but he'll understand. What is a performance without a little theatrics, after all? Or a stage, for that matter?

"Why not join me here, monsieur?" Jean-Claude calls out. Looking Eames in the eyes for a moment as he holds him close to himself, giving him a moment to collect himself for whatever might be coming before turning to Raymond once more. "I offer you a toast, after all. In front of all here gathered. For the Nest!" he calls out, and it is not just those he has planted among the crowd who cheer in response to his words.