Jean-Claude has never met someone so entranced not with him, but with his stories. It's completely transparent that the man is engaged in what he's saying - but also oblivious to the fact that the sexual component could be at play now, here, between them.

It's as annoying as it is fascinating. That, and how he's blatantly lost his fear - or pretend caution - at meeting his eyes. It's so very tempting to try, and see what happens... but he has a different thread he's pulling right now.

"I have met one who feeds on fear, but that is not a topic we should discuss," he dismisses, because Moroven is not idle chit-chat or someone he wishes to name in an archive. Belle is much more public with herself. "La Belle Morte, of course, and a handful of others of her line. But tell me, is this a one way conversation only?"

Jean-Claude smiles, allowing a hint of fang to show.

"You have changed completely since I began. I might think you had inherited another hunger yourself."