Jean-Claude raises his eyebrows slightly. "Who is to say that I have killed anyone tonight?" he asks, folding up his handkerchief and stuffing it in his pocket after he's done. "If there are any bodies about on the streets just now, they are certainly not mine. There is much to be said about a willing victim."

Really though, he does like how frightened this newcomer is of him though. He almost wishes that he had it in him to pretend to be the murderer he thought of him. Though that won't stop him from having a little fun anyway, will it?

"Are you going to turn me in without proof of crime?" he asks, taking a step closer. "That would be very silly of you, I think."