Whatever Enjolras had expected to happen next, it definitely wasn't anywhere close to what actually happened. The other man had only tapped a sort of stick against the cup, and already Enjolras could see that it had worked. His frown deepened, a slight crease appearing between his eyebrows as he tried to make sense of it.
"What did you do?" he asked with soft confusion. Almost unable to help his curiousity, he reached for the cup. He felt warm under his fingertips. He raised it to take a drink, and indeed, it was a perfect cup of hot coffee.
"Thank you," he told him, glad that it was hot, but still frightfully confused. "I'm Enjolras."