"Do not patronize me, Esmeralda. It is cruel." He sniffed and let out a faux sob, and then a little giggle.
He was not sure that he had so much of a 'found family' - friends, sure, though he would not say that he was as close to most of them as he would perhaps like to be; he lived and died for his friends, but since leaving France he hadn't heard from any of them, and since coming here he hadn't had the time to make many close friends. And his cousin and aunt were actually family, so he wasn't sure that they counted as 'found'. "I suppose that it is those who do not try to sell you for protection who are your true family, ouais."
Grantaire snorted at her statement. "Just tell them that I am an early Halloween decoration, it will be fine. Or prove your cruelty again and send me out into the cold streets to find drink elsewhere, or else to sleep in an alley. I leave you to your choice."