He gave a small tug to get her off of the table. Politeness and a tad reminscent of Javert's behavior earlier. "Eponine. She's from the same novel and has eluded him several times. Here and there."
Luther took his hand back, moving to clasp it with the other behind him. For the first time he noticed the stinging in his left hand and frowned. A quick examination of his left hand saw a scabbing cut, a bit shallow. A frown remained on his face as he returned it behind him again. "It was the intention," Luther allowed.