Jean smirked, and delicately swirled the mic in his hands, careful not to make a sound. “OUI. C’est normal. C'est pas special. I will give you something worthy of Holmes.” Jean set down the mic and proceeded toward the couple. As he approached them, he fiddled with his mustache for a moment, and then pulled it sharply. He winced at the sensation. “I have it,” he declared confidently. “You sir, are a thief.