Enjolras lifts his walking stick in silent illustration. He'll explain more -- or demonstrate -- if Hotspur wants, but it seems a side track at the moment.

He joins Harry in looking over the stall door at Duncan, who ambles over to lip hopefully at hands and see if he might get a treat. (Not from Enjolras, but he'll get a rub of the nose and a scratch along his sleek neck.)

"A good fellow."