Alain caught the matches easily, and drew out a small, neat, dark leather folder from his jacket pocket. He did it while holding out the jacket, so that the other could see what he was reaching for.
"But of course." He continued in German. "Quite in order, you'll see." Quite a boon, really, that his 'father' had kept cordial relations with Germans in general over the years, and a few of the powers that be in particular, really. There had even been some intermarriage of nobility. It was also not as if they did not have extensive legitimate business holdings in France and abroad. It made it so much easier to hide the rest.
He knew that his own files would likely read something to the effect of that he dabbled in same, and that he was a social creature, dancing and drinking with the who's who when not slumming it. Duty to family, yes, but wine, women, song moreso. Completely apolitical. Protected by various family and social ties, at least unless he did something truly... unfortunate. Such was not made to seem likely.