Jehan nods. "I'll stay here, whichever of you goes. You'll have us by your side to keep your spirits up, Enjolras, however long this ordeal must last." Not that Enjolras can't take care of himself, far from it, but friends don't leave friends alone and shackled to police spies. "I have a poem I was working on, would you like to hear?" This is more directed at Bahorel than at Enjolras, who will earnestly listen out of friendship, or at the spy, to whom it will no doubt be nearly as irritating as the sound of laughter. He pulls it out of his coat pocket.