Enjolras tilted his head slightly, giving him a curious look, as if one could size a man up for language lessons like you might for boxing. "Yes, perhaps," he decided, apparently seeing something in him worth attempting to teach. "If you like, once this all... is over." One way or another.
They worked quietly together, and once it was all set up properly, Enjolras gave him a small smile in return. "Yes, that will do nicely. Now it looks like a well-planned meeting," he joked a little. Most of their meetings at the Musain had unfortunately included vast amounts of vin rouge.
Enjolras added just a dash of milk to his own coffee, and mulled over what he might ask the man next.