"No comparison between knowledge and food, is there?" he chuckles, and is about to continue, perhaps start to compose his thoughts on what all the unspoken rules are if he would indeed be treating Jonathan like a new vampire, when a rush of power slides up his spine.

Jean-Claude's normal seductive recline is suddenly replaced with him sitting upright, the pull of the ardeur clinging to his senses and fogging everything.

He closes his eyes to eliminate at least the visual temptation.

"Ma petite is calling on our power," he says in a tight, clipped tone. "If you do not wish to be drawn in to the ardeur, Jonathan, you must leave now. It will compel us to participate in sexual acts no matter our feelings for one another. You have very little time to decide."