At least Michael Llodra's heart, anyway. Dude had one hell of a run in Paris Marseille, beating Sod and Jo on his way to the final before coming out on top over Apricot. Good on him. He rocks that red Lacoste well *and* he skipped out on wine tasting with Momo to be sure he wasn't drunk or hungover during the tournament.
I mean, *that's* dedication, people. Also, his kid is fucking adorable.