Enjolras... is not actually going to disagree with that assessment at all. The man's a sneaking spy, full of petty cruelty when he sees a chance for it; of course he's a foul worm, and of course it's obvious on short acquaintance.

"He is."

He's opening the door into the hallway now, carrying his coat and waistcoat rather than putting them back on. Going out in shirtsleeves is going out half-dressed, but upstairs at his hotel (however peculiar it is) is a grey area, half public space and half private, and anyway coming straight from a workout is like doing physical work; certain proprieties can be relaxed. He won't go downstairs without being properly clad, though.

"But we can speak of other matters -- or part company, if thou hast other business to be about."