[His face falls very tangibly. Drowning a large mouthful of soft alcohol, a caress on his tongue, in a futile attempt to soothe his temper, Claude swallows and pushes the drink aside. No more for him, for tonight. Not with a shit-stirrer like Timm around; who knows, he might lose composure and beat the crap out of him. Wouldn't be the first time. This hot French head of his...]

When I disagree with Vincent, it's not really verbal dominance, you know. [Carefulness and close watch aside, he's being completely frank. Honest.] I just want to listen to him talk some more.

[Hell, he could listen to Vincent talk forever and ever. His world view interests Claude, in the same way that the feel of his body does. At this point, the two have become inseparable - the mental and the physical. Claude has never truly been attracted to anything less than that, has he? Not that he expects Timm of all people to understand. The man appears to care about nothing besides the way his reflection looks.]