LaCroix smiles indulgently at you and does so. You follow him to the back of the club and into a soundbooth.

He sits behind a microphone and you lean against the enormous glass window looking into the club. He catches and holds your eyes as he flips a switch and begins to expound upon the topic of beauty. His voice caresses you, and his eyes seem to bore into your soul. Your knees begin to quiver, but, luckily, at that point, he stops and turns off the microphone.

You:

Say "You flatter me."

Move over to the table and sit on the edge of the table, right in front of him.