"Stuff," Jean-Claude repeats, with a smile, raising his eyebrows slightly in response to the other man's words. No, he is not certain he does know exactly, but he's willing to let it slide. He can hear the way that Daryl's heartbeat is speeding up, after all. The more nervous catch in his breathing. And he can't get enough of it. The way he knows it has a direct correlation with his proximity to the other man. The way he knows he affects him.

How he longs to do more than simply sit beside him, but he knows to be gentle with Daryl. To be slow and careful with him, lest he scare him away. He knows he has his attention, he knows that the other man wants him. There is no need to rush this time together. He is immortal, after all, or close to it. Time will never be a problem for one such as himself.

He allows the shifter to direct the conversation away from himself, understanding what it is that he is doing and going along with it anyway. He glances around at the people there gathered around them, giving a moment to consider his response, before he replies, "If you desire," yes, that was in fact a deliberate word choice, "my honest opinion on the matter, mon ami, I believe the people chose for the best. We have seen before what happens when too much power was allowed to go to one vampire's head." He turns to smile at Daryl, and the look in his eye is older, and a bit more serious than the normal flirtatious glint he offers as he continues, "I would like to keep mine attached for the time being, if it is all the same to the rest of the city."