Grantaire's eyes widened. "We didn't have a king when we were born," he pointed out. "Things change."
And then Enjolras stood, and Grantaire found himself staring in awe at him. The clothes he was wearing were quite odd - nothing like anything he'd seen Enjolras wear before. Red and black, though. Of course. They looked... so well on him.
He met his eyes. "Well. I met a young man called Tarvek. He showed me around. Decent wine here."