Grantaire glanced down at him, then a slow smile spread over his face. "I should get the paint out of my hair. Can I get up?" He ruffled Enjolras' hair.
Courfeyrac glanced at the clock. "Oh, is it that time already?" He smirked. "You don't have to come up with excuses, you know." He waved to their bedroom door. "Go. Enjoy marital relations."