Jean-Claude had tasted Eames' blood, and like any fae blood, it had effected him. But he had done his best to stamp down the worst of it. He'd had work to do on that night, and he'd had people to impress, and he couldn't do any of it if he'd been out of his mind. Besides, he hadn't had that much. But he'd had enough. And certainly more than Eames had given him permission for, which he regrets. Jean-Claude is a rather big proponent of permissions for such things, although he was certainly not going to sacrifice the moment if the fae had refused.

He has an apology to give him. And a congratulations to share in as well. For Eames had played a rather large role in his victory, after all. He could send out another message through the grapevine of fae underlings letting Eames know that he was looking for him. Or he could seek a more direct route.

Thus it comes to pass that one unassuming evening, several weeks after the fact -- he has given both of them time to rest and process the events of that night, as is only polite after all -- there comes a knock at Eames' door.