[ Claude only smiles, tilts his head, and then looks to his brother to provide an explanation— which he clearly believes that Gus can give. And he does, his expression settled into something more befitting of someone who is ostensibly supposed to be the head of an influential family, clear blue eyes sharp and focused on the woman he's speaking to. ]

I apologize, then, mademoiselle. For putting you in danger, and for my lack of candor.

[ That sounds like something Claude would say, but Gus relaxes after a beat, lets the tightness in his shoulders recede. ]

—Long story short, our family owns most of the Northern half of Paris. That's why some people know me, and the others want to kill me.

[ A beat. ]

That was way shorter than I thought it would be, wow.