Jean-Claude leans against the door, listening to the sound of the other vampire's voice from just inside the room. When Natasha had asked him there, he hadn't known quite what to expect. So far, it still sounds like him. But that hardly means anything, all things considered.

"Mon ami," he says quietly. "Will you not let me in?" He has the key of course, but there's no reason that he cannot try to coax his way in without force at first instead.