He recognises it, of course he does. And grits his teeth again, because he knows they are just trying to be as annoying as possible.

Bossuet does not get so much as a glance. Next to Bahorel, his least favourite of this group. Joly - well, Joly has had some use, so he flicks his gaze in his direction. Then he puts his head down and goes back to sketching Bahorel's face out.

At least the singing is not about fairies, and love. Surely those are only topics for women? He does not understand what is wrong with these people.