Jean-Claude raises an eyebrow at the other, at his reaction to him. And that's when he can smell it on him as well. A shifter. Dog? Well, the night certainly got a lot more interesting than it had been. He can feel dawn beginning to crawl towards them, though. He will have to be quick in his fun with this young man if he wants to get home safe.

"Come now," he purrs, stepping forward towards the other, all fluid grace and casual elegance, centuries-practiced. "Steady. You look as if you've seen a ghost. I hope I have not frightened you too much?" The corner of his mouth flicks up in a smirk. He is well aware what this shifter knows about him. And he wants to let it be known exactly what he knows of the other in turn. "Has the cat got your tongue, mon chien?"

((ooc: please let me know if any part of this is not okay and i can change it!))