Grantaire might be jealous, but only if it was likely that Enjolras would notice. And he never noticed anyone looking at him in that way. Most people did. If he did notice those things, well, maybe Grantaire wouldn't be in this position.
"Good afternoon." He seemed English, but though everyone he had spoken to so far had sounded very similar there wasn't much way to tell. He didn't think everyone had been speaking French. Tarvek hadn't for the most part, but Grantaire had understood him perfectly. Much more than he should have any right to.
"You must be new. I haven't seen you around before, and I am here quite often," the man said.