Enjolras's brows snap together.

Prouvaire does not, in any way, need Enjolras or anyone else to defend him, no matter whether the spy means his race or his clothes or something else, but--

"If that's your skill at assessment," he says with cool disdain, "it's entirely in keeping with the rest of the judgment you've displayed. Pitiable all the same."

He looks back to Prouvaire, dismissing Javert from his attention.