Claude takes his coat while he looks around quickly. Ah. Those can only be family pictures. Always keen on implications, he notes that, aside from a couple of pictures where Claude is present, every single photograph shows a woman. Not the same, mind you, but clearly siblings and, probably, his mother. None of his father, geographically estranged as he may be. Mildly interesting. At his words, Vincent returns his attention to Claude, smirk stretching into a wide, predatory smile.

"Fucking perfect."

He says. After which he chooses to follow his cock as opposed to, well, probably all traces of actual manners and closes the distance between them, pulling Claude backwards with him to the only wall in the hallway free of pictures. No need to cause destruction on the first date, right? He doesn't expect the other man to put up much resistance here, what with that open invitation and everything. But still, he's using only a hint of force, making it easy to halt the movement. Just in case Claude's been off the dating market for a while and has forgotten how to speak the language properly, amidst all that exotic, foreign baggage.