Bahorel's grandstanding -- serious truth phrased in the cadence of nonsense, over deep sincerity and support -- draw the first smile of this conversation out of Enjolras. It's faint and reluctant, but it's there.

"I'm sure we would both prefer that," he says of the offer of a temporary wall, "but it seems rather cumbersome at this point."

There's somebody with a key around. One hopes that this irritating farce won't last too very long.

And he has his friends. Dear and loyal and beloved; riches far beyond anything the spy has earned in his dishonorable life.

"Do as you like," he says to Javert, coolly. Beyond those words, his gaze and his attention are on his friends.