Raymond is most amused by the show, in particular the look on Eames' face. And he can sense the mood of the crowd. He will have to go on stage. So he stands, taking two of his vampire guards with him, and approaches the stage to raucous hoots and cheers.
It so happens that Raymond is partial to a little theatricality himself. He certainly isn't going to let Jean-Claude upstage him. So he steps to the front of the stage and raises his hands to quieten the crowd.
"Thank you, thank you! And thank you to Jean-Claude for this most kind gesture. It's All Hallows' Eve!" He cries out that last announcement, throwing up his hands as the crowd cheer and stamp their feet. "Tonight, we celebrate freedom. Tonight, we let the blood flow. Tonight, I am Bacchus and I bring you drink."
He grins, slapping his hand on Eames' shoulder, to another whoop from the crowd. Then he steps back and indicates for one of his guards to take hold of Eames, pulling his head back at an angle to expose his throat. By this point Eames is between Raymond and Jean-Claude, and it's to Jean-Claude that his neck is being tilted.
"A toast!" Raymond claps his hands. "Jean-Claude. As a thank you for your generous gift, I offer you first bite. Let's see how much wine our Lord of Autumn can spill. Go on, take a drink!"
He gets the crowd involved too, chanting "Drink, drink, drink" while Raymond smiles and watches. Of course the truth is that he still doesn't entirely trust Jean-Claude, so making him drink first is a test. Everything about this night has been tightly controlled by Raymond except for this. He isn't about to let that control slip away.
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It so happens that Raymond is partial to a little theatricality himself. He certainly isn't going to let Jean-Claude upstage him. So he steps to the front of the stage and raises his hands to quieten the crowd.
"Thank you, thank you! And thank you to Jean-Claude for this most kind gesture. It's All Hallows' Eve!" He cries out that last announcement, throwing up his hands as the crowd cheer and stamp their feet. "Tonight, we celebrate freedom. Tonight, we let the blood flow. Tonight, I am Bacchus and I bring you drink."
He grins, slapping his hand on Eames' shoulder, to another whoop from the crowd. Then he steps back and indicates for one of his guards to take hold of Eames, pulling his head back at an angle to expose his throat. By this point Eames is between Raymond and Jean-Claude, and it's to Jean-Claude that his neck is being tilted.
"A toast!" Raymond claps his hands. "Jean-Claude. As a thank you for your generous gift, I offer you first bite. Let's see how much wine our Lord of Autumn can spill. Go on, take a drink!"
He gets the crowd involved too, chanting "Drink, drink, drink" while Raymond smiles and watches. Of course the truth is that he still doesn't entirely trust Jean-Claude, so making him drink first is a test. Everything about this night has been tightly controlled by Raymond except for this. He isn't about to let that control slip away.