Enjolras lifts his brows at Javert: really? You're going to order him around, now, and expect anything productive of it?

"Madame," he says again, after a moment to prove his point. The subtext is clear: you see why I would like to be free of this immediately, please and thank you.

The note that appears is in bright orange text that Enjolras finds rather unwarrantedly chipper. Be patient! it reads, exasperatingly.