Enjolras demurs, with a small gesture. He'll probably accept in a little while, if (when) his friends are still around, whether or not he's still shackled to Javert. (He will be.) But for right now, he's not thirsty, and he's not the kind of person who responds to problems and frustrations with wine.

Anyway -- "A key?"

YES PLEASE.

He scans the room, but no one is helpfully displaying a key, or rummaging in their pockets, or going around freeing others just yet.