[ A snort of laughter, dry and 97 percent unamused. He does give Claude time to recover, though - the man might be used to navigating the media business from the periphery, using what strings are available to him to climb that mountain he's currently climbing, one small precipice at a time. It's fine. It's what people tend to do. They also tend to specify dates because that's easy when you have one mountain to climb, rather than fifty at a fucking time. ]
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No.
[ A pause. Fuck, but he's not gonna convince Jean Louis to give this guy up (considering the fact that he's kept him a secret since fucking Christmas and no doubt earlier, no, the chances of that are about as slim as Amélie's dream version of her own waist). No way. No way in hell. He sighs and adds, sounding maybe sort of slightly defeated here - like, there's a big pile of shit in front of you and you have to get through it, one regretful bite at a time: ]
Once I've talked to him, I'll get back to you. Sometime before tomorrow.