"I'm not much of a drinker, to be honest, but there is no avoiding wine in Paris. It is as necessary as eating," he explained. He smiled, just a little coy at the flirting. He wasn't sure what this was going to be; it had all the potential to be a beautifully satisfying evening that was ultimately meaningless, or it might be something more genuine than that.
As if he'd read his mind Dan moved on to being more sincere. So, at least a little more than 'booty call', then.
That was fine, Enjolras was no stranger to talking earnestly, in fact he probably found it easier than small talk, even in his second language.
"It is difficult to keep track around here, but a few weeks at least," he admitted, then took a sip of the wine. "I lay low, I had a lot to process," he explained. He bit on his lower lip and gave the other man a thoughtful look - he really meant it, didn't he? He'd actually been missed by someone, in more than a passing way.
"Hmm. It's not selfish, I have nothing to return to. I do not mean it... um... metaphorically, I mean that there is nothing but the firing squad waiting for me, and it must be that way. It is our martyrdom that will act as the catalyst for real change, the people will not tolerate it anymore and they will rise to take our place," he said, with a strange air of confidence about him. As terrified as he had been, he had never wavered in his assertion that this was exactly his destiny.
"And so, here I am, drinking good wine with good company, France gets their martyr, and I get a new life. It is... as they say, win-win," he smiled a genuine smile. "Do not feel selfish for that, I am thankful too."