Grantaire

He blinks a little, setting his coffee down for a moment at that. “Laertes is not—“

It’s an easy enough deduction, since there are only a few people he has been espousing philosophy to, though, and he raises his eyebrows. “You and a prince? I suppose I should have guessed it, considering he and Laertes know each other, but—“ He honestly doesn’t know whether to laugh or be slightly impressed. Maybe it’s an odd mixture of both.