Jean-Claude laughs and the sound of it is low and warm. The appearance of the vendor is a little extreme but why let it get in the way of his display. One by one, his long, pale, elegant fingers work their way down the line of his jacket, popping the buttons one by one until the entire piece is completely undone, then he starts to shimmy out of the fabric, understanding just how much of a tease he is being because he is doing it on purpose.

Once the velvet jacket has been removed, Jean-Claude turns to gracefully bend and drape it across a bench behind himself, happening to give her what he knows is an exquisite view of his well-shaped backside, before turning back with a casual look on his face.

"It is better," he replies, "but the day is still warm to be wearing quite so many layers as this."