Differently bizarre. Yes. Well, now Combeferre knows that Bar is mocking them. (Also disregarding their specific requests, he thinks, noting the golden cherubs). Combeferre can be blissfully unaware of sexual implications to some extent, especially when absorbed in another subject.

But even he can't miss the construction that Bahorel or Bossuet, just for instance, would put on the rose-pink triangle of converging beams.

Combeferre does not share this insight with Enjolras. "No," he says firmly. "Trust me. And anyway, we told Bar we didn't want cherubs. Let's move on."