"Very well," says Enjolras, slowly.

Is the man drunk? He didn't think so -- he still doesn't truly -- but he's almost acting it now.

Perhaps only intoxicated with possibility. Grantaire cares nothing for the revolution, Enjolras knows that, but the possibility of saving their friends--

For that, yes, he'll believe Grantaire's wild words. He returns the smile: smaller, his own fierceness tightly contained, but present in its way. "Very well."

"Though I doubt it will come to soldiering. All we can likely do is give Bossuet as much information as we can."