[ The scene plays out like you'd expect it to, Jean Louis' national fame as well as his politics earn him free drinks and Claude raises an eyebrow briefly, so briefly that the other man won't get the chance of seeing it as he returns with the two glasses, holds out one for Claude who accepts it with a smile and a muttered thank you.

Then, he asks him about the movie and Claude figures it's only fair, since it's on his proposal that they're even here. He expects that Jean Louis would never have come on his own, though he's kind of impressed how the politician is putting his interested expression to such good use. At no point has he pretended that it's to his taste, however. That speaks in his favor. ]

It's informative. I only know what I've been told about Russian ballet, I've never had the chance to visit or dance there myself. [ He listens to himself ramble, halts before it gets embarrassing and smiles, loop-sided. Apologetically. He takes a long sip of his wine. It's strong, but not overpowering. ] So, I suppose that's a yes.