[ Jean Louis catches the other man's amusement and mirrors it, smiling slightly in response. They have vastly different perspectives on governance, obviously - as was evident from the beginning, seeing as Jean Louis would have never himself even considered the reality of consent laws. Empathy and interest, says Claude, and it seems like something they should definitely apply to Liberté - to its very foundation. They'll need more people, he decides. More faces, better voices. People who can sell such concepts to avoid selling the opposite.

What a shame that Claude's clearly a socialist to the bones.

Nodding slightly, he fishes around in his pocket for a smoke, glances over his shoulder to make eye contact with the guard by the door and props it between his lips. The man gives him an irritated look and turns away. He looks back at Claude, balancing the smoke between his lips as he speaks. ]

Unfortunately, I go where the money is.

[ He says it with a slight shrug, finding his lighter in his other pocket. ]

When you find a way to combine economy and empathy, I'll gladly sponsor the whole fucking endeavor.