After looking him over with all of his usual chilly intensity, Jean-Paul is pretty sure his doppelganger is younger than he is. What a piss off.

Good suit though. He can appreciate that. He isn't quite as done up himself - he's actually wearing a t-shirt reading, "Bigfoot is real and he tried to eat my ass." At least his jeans fit well.

Jean-Paul's lips purse slightly. He does shake the offered hand, but instead of introducing himself first he goes with, "You better not have fucked him."

Hand returned, he arches one of his eyebrows. "Ouais. Jean-Paul Beaubier, of Montreal."