 Wowza!
Impatience soon started to take over Moreau, and more than once the thirty-five year old man checked his watch, as he wondered why in Merlin's name the Britons were taking so long. In truth, he had only been there for only three minutes, but clearly, patience was not one Jean Claude's attributes.
Ah, finally!
Taking a few steps towards the two people that had arrived, and were very obviously addressing to him, Jean Claude gave the two of them a curt, but polite nod. "Yes, that would be me, ma'am," answered Jean Claude courteously to both them, his accent bareably noticeable. "Alexandre," murmured the man politely upon the arrival of his partner
Deciding that it would be best to simply ignore the stare the man was giving him, Jean Cluade spoke again, only looking at the woman this time, for in his opinion, she seemed to be in the one in charge--or that's what he thought anyway, "Where can we, er--discuss the reason why we are both needed here, madame?" he asked, looking around the place packed with Ministry employees, a meaningful look painted on his olive-toned face.
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