Grantaire finds himself immediately glad that he's not in the middle of taking a drink, because although he certainly does not mind being undignified, he doesn't mean the undignified of a spit-take of wine. As it is, his expression manages to quickly make a winding journey from Did he just... to He can't know. to But does he know? to How can he know? to I think I might have reason to hate truth spells. to Deny. Everything. and even if Enjolras certainly hasn't made the study of Grantaire that Grantaire has of him, it's almost certainly at least somewhat legible. And probably hilarious.

"It might be a good idea to have a communal gathering spot, yes," he ventures, pretending it's a smooth recovery.