Jean-Claude has always been more of a sentimental vampire than is expressly wise for survival. He cannot help the twinge he feels in response to the sight of the room around the pair of them, as he is let inside, or the way that Joscelin keeps looking at him, his eyes so wide and uncertain of himself.

He makes it a point to move slowly as he steps in through the door and close it gently behind himself, moving to turn to the other vampire and smile gently down at the question in turn.

"We are friends, you and I," he replies to the little vampire, the expression perhaps a little sadder than it should have been. He does not know whether Joscelin would ever truly admit to being his friend, under normal circumstances after all.

He gestures to the edge of the bed, which is a mess, but he will brave it for the sake of the boy's comfort. "May I sit?" he asks.