The thought that this witch was probably telling the truth didn't seem to put off Jean-Auguste. "I'd just shove dynamite in your pocket next time to get you back." Ok. So maybe he wouldn't really do that to someone, but it sounded like a good come back to him. He was teasing.
Jean-Auguste leaned out too to catch a good visual of that face. "Nice choice." He nodded like he really meant it and wasn't just saying it to be agreeable.
But, when Romeo was explained how new he was to all this Jean was thinking he might show him around a bit more. But, he got too distracted with thoughts of the dessert table. His blue eyes rolled back and forth from the table spread with all sorta of pastries and sweets and back to the witch next to him three times slowly as if concocting a plan. Then out of nowhere he pulled his hand from his back pocket, smacked him on the rear, and yelled, "Race ya!" And just took off weaving his way through the crowd trying to get to the line without looking back to even see if he was actually followed.