Michel froze, mentally slapping himself for slipping like that. The Noir was an open secret among the Parisians, but the Germans wouldn't know about it - and they most certainly should not.
He coughed into his fist to cover his pause. "It's a small club, very out of the way," he said, attempting to brush it off. "And the owners like to keep it quiet and unknown, to keep the patronage small. In fact, I'm not entirely sure she's even performing there anymore, they like to rotate the entertainment. You should ask her where she's singing these days, though, just not mention the Noir. I wouldn't want to be on the owners' bad side for expanding their patronage." He smiled as he said the last statement, so Varner wouldn't take it as an insult.