Trust Enjolras to lead with the Social Contract, when Feuilly had decided on caution! This time he hides his smile behind his hand, nodding again. There are some things only Enjolras can do. "Yes--intrigued and confused and exhausted, that sounds about right. I suppose I should study more about the English parliament, its history. I think he noticed we were French."

Oh, lord. Feuilly leans back in the chair, wrapping his arms around one knee, casual here with Enjolras in a way he isn't with many people. "Well. If he turns out to be just--just a bloody-minded nobleman--then that's his loss. But we'll see. He seemed glad to hear about the stables. I expect he can be found outdoors."

Mmh. He's still working in the back of his mind on whether he wants to say anything to Enjolras about his recent--argument?--with Father Harman. It's Athelstan's business and Feuilly isn't much of a gossip; but Feuilly's feelings and worries are his own business as well.

For now he just gives Enjolras a generally questioning look. "And any other news?"