Enjolras listens to this recitation with the lowered brow and flashing eyes of a man holding to patience, and finding little of it to hold.

Very well, then. If Grantaire refuses to be deterred, and insists on treating this like a serious proposition, let him account for the details.

Enjolras plants his hands on the table, and returns Grantaire's gaze with a steady stare: annoyed, assessing, a demand. "Do you know anything about those comrades at Richefeu's?"