Vincent glances at Prudence when she invites the angry little man to approach their table, noting the nonchalant gesture, the thoroughly informal language. Though he has no experience with these types of places – or really, any bars – it’s becoming quite clear that these people are a group of some sort. Though judging by Claude’s reaction to Sylvain’s rudeness, it’s a group with very fluid boundaries. He’s once again surprised at how right it feels. At how he breathes more freely, even with the tension rising steadily from across the table. Reaching down, he curls one arm around Claude’s waist easily, meeting Sylvain’s narrowed gaze without any visible reproach.

Though he’s been an underdog in many aspects of his life, he’s not in general afraid of other men. Perhaps it’s connected to him being taller than most, perhaps it’s just another aspect of his personality that won’t be tamed. In any case…

“It’s a pleasure to meet you as well, monsieur. Unless you’d rather it weren’t, of course.” Spoken with a light laugh as he reaches for his glass, taking a sip and savouring the rich taste. Once again, expensive. Luxurious. Mm. Glancing at Claude, he adds, “If this keeps up, I’m going to start associating you with expensive beverages, Claude. Fair warning.” A light squeeze of his hand, not quite enough to be a pull. He's got no reason to act like a dominant bastard, does he? Whether or not Claude chooses to stick with him, whatever time they get together can definitely be spent more constructively than that. He pushes the rest of the thought aside - knowing that he hasn't been promised anything doesn't make the thought of giving the other man up willingly any less terrible.