Javert looks surprised - and slightly suspicious - when Courfeyrac offers him a glass. But he takes it with a grudging nod, because he had been about to have lunch, and he is both hungry and thirsty.

'Oh, stop that noise,' he says to Jehan. 'You did not say why you know how to pick locks.'

Obviously yes, he would like to be freed but is not going to stand here and parrot Enjolras regarding the key. He examines the handcuffs more closely though - they are not any kind he recognises, and if bolt cutters did not work, it is safe to say a saw will not. Maybe there is something stronger in the forge.

'They do not look as though they would withstand fire. But if it is magic, I expect it is pointless.'

Needless to say, he ignores Bahorel in return. He especially does not like Bahorel.