That actually made Jean laugh an honest good laugh. "Trust me, my beliefs have yet to be popular." He even giggled after. "I seriously am more the type to end up on that magazine, uh, uh-" he snapped his fingers trying to recall the name of it, "-Nylon Guys? And placed under their beautifully scarred page alongside Micheal Pitt's Hedwig and the Angry Inch photo of him as Tommy Gnosis because the whole world's forgotten he's grown up and done tons more work since then. Everyone likes to say they love Micheal Pitt but have no clue of his awesome dispography much less his songs, which is where the boy's heart is." Jean had no clue if this guy knew what he was talking about and even though he just dogged the whole thing he added, "Damn Tommy Gnosis was a great character though wasn't he?" He shirked the thought as he watched the flower un-wilt before his eyes, not a power he could conceive of doing. His bright ice blue eyes followed the blonde's hand as it closed in on his face and tucked that flower behind his ear. He reached a tattooed hand up and touched the flower and felt that it was secure. His eyes rolled back to the new guy and looked him more up and down, becoming more aware of his fashion sense and stature. "It'll do." He said with eyes that insinuated he might be talking about more than that flower. "I'm suddenly starving. Let's go eat. What's your name anyway? I'm Jean-Auguste Charbonneau. You might have heard of the name? Charbonneau Wines?" He spoke of his father's vinyard and orchard and farm where festivals were open to the Grenoble public every fall there too and very known for their corn mazes at Halloween, an upstanding name in that small city. Jean never announced himself as an angel but it was decently common knowledge among white witches when it was his father that ran white witch's small trade and relics for ingredients around those parts. Jules' side business was nothing like back in the day when he ran around the dark arts underground, but he still contributed to finding the hard to get specialty items. He'd also produced many witch's familiars around those parts too. Jean usually let the name speak for itself and if they didn't know, he'd let it go until the time was right.