Jean-Claude's lips quirk at the sudden change of word choice that the other man employs. Want, not need. Now that is more like it, he decides.

"You want our help to do it?" he asks. "My help?" For he is under no illusions -- it is him personally that Daryl came to speak to after all. He leans forward onto his desk, propping his chin on his hand as he does so. "You ask a great deal of me, you realize, mon ami. Samantha will not be well pleased. Not only with you for making such a choice to take her territory, but also with me, for taking your side against her."