"Your doubt wounds me. I thought that you would be a believer. My heart." R clutched at his chest, smearing soap across his skin.
He snorted. "I doubt he would enjoy that. I'll have to think of a way to phrase it. I'm donating my time to a worthy cause that is not something Enjolras convinced me to do. Very respectable sounding, I should think. Although we'll leave out the part about the liquor, the only one who knows about that is the maid and she is sworn to secrecy so long as she's allowed to partake." He heard the sigh and kept up the massage, digging his thumb into a nasty knot under his shoulderblade that made him wince in sympathy.