Bahorel shakes his head, grinning. Some things apparently don't change, even at the end of the universe. "Do that then; but then meet me-- oh, in my rooms; they're larger, at least now. Not in mood for the Bar crowd right now. Untrustworthy bunch, you know. Why, I've met bankers there."

And policemen. He would never question that Enjolras will pick up on the unsaid caution. Arranging to meet out of the public gaze to discuss Issues is just habit.


((ooc: given Millitimesing, this is going to be the first time Enjolras will have seen Bahorel's current rooms. GLEE. XD))