"Oh you have no idea," Jean-Paul rolled his eyes dramatically and ran a few fingers through his hair which was rather thick and luscious in his own opinion. Humidity was terrible on such a naturally great thing. As he watched Kitty rinse down the horse, he crossed his arms over his chest nonchalantly and chuckled at her sarcasm. Kitty was probably the least self-important person he knew so it was cute that she tried to seem otherwise.
"I'll do you one better: I'll come to all your recitals. And hey, ballet's not so bad." Her excitement was the reason he'd go to anything and everything she put on. Ballet wasn't half bad either, though he prefered words and plots that weren't just expressed through dancing. It didn't matter. Even if he hated everything about dancing, he'd still show up and be happy about it.
"That's...classy," Jean-Paul caughed, imagining this Wade Wilson lounging around like that, being rude to not only his friends but all the other girls as well. Who did this guy think he was? Already he was predisposed to dislike him; a mental note of enemies got one more name on the list. "You ever need help, just let me know," he offered with a confident nod.
"Of course you're the first." A genuine, honest-to-god smile adorned his lips and he tried to give Kitty another hug. The stool she was on raised her enough for his arms to only reach around her torso, but that was good enough for him. "Only because I'm starving and want to make sure everything's still the same, I think I'll go in. Just promise you'll come see me later, okay?" Jean-Paul gave Kitty a wave before he headed indoors, eager to get around the mansion and visit his room and plenty of other things that he still had time for.