Enjolras is gratified, but not surprised, to hear that assessment of Feuilly. Of course Feuilly is an apt pupil of anything he sets his mind to learning.

"Yes, some. With the saber."

This is pretty obviously the kind of some that means a lot, polite modesty or not.

He shrugs a little. "I began it young, as Feuilly couldn't."

Also, you know. He stuck with it. And Enjolras knows where his skills, and his focus, do and don't lie. Mixed feelings or not -- firm belief about the lack of any place for such skills in the ideal Republic or not -- the ability to fight and kill is something he's made for.