"I'd be more than happy to show my baby off," he replied with his same, slow speech. Not that of someone who was of small wit, but rather more with deep consideration for each word. He spread out his hands with a flourish as though presenting the club for their amusement, a game show host who held all the cards and the answers. First, though, he pocketed Luc's card, making a mental note to bring up the subject another time - it was rude to do business now, with the third party present, and he didn't want to do anything that might alienate the lovely young woman.
"The bar, obviously which you've both made good use of," he started, laying a palm down flat on the wide expanse of white marble that made up the front half of the bar that was available to patrons. Behind it was solid wood, a deep mahogany oak that housed glasses. Behind that was a wall of mirrors, reflecting the numerous labels of bottles that offered patrons a number of options of inebriation, including an American legal version of absinthe. Waving a hand, he directed his guests to the right, toward a seating area - he walked in front of the tall blond and the curly-haired woman, the crowd parting before him like Moses and the Red Sea. Even as he was providing a private tour, he wasted no opportunity to smile or greet a familiar face, sometimes shaking a hand here or there. However, never did a moment pass where it felt that his utmost attention was removed from that of Luc and Lily.
"And here, we have our lounge area; some nice leather seating, softened, of course. It's imported from Madrid. No time limit, either - first come, first served, so feel free to stay as long as you like with any dates that you might stop by with. Though we do ask that everyone remembers that it's still a public setting," he continued, the last sentence finished teasingly, eyes flicking between Luc and Lily suggestively. Not to imply status between them, of course, but merely making an observation. A hand ran down one of several leather couches, encouraging his guests to feel the seats for themselves; the couches were no larger than love seats and curled in a circular fashion.
Each was coupled with a low, white table that matched the marble of the bar set against the far wall. The tables offered a flickering candle set inside of a glass container, mostly for ambience rather than light. The true bulk of the club's luminescence came from dangling red lights that shed a crimson glow, tinting everything passionately.