The half-smile Grantaire offered her was wry. "I pray that something can be done. Please try, if you can."
It wasn't that he bottle was warmer.... Grantaire didn't believe for a moment that Enjolras would accept him, so he spared them both the pain of his trying. The dreams he'd been having did nothing but enforce that feeling, even if Enjolras had apologized on more than one occasion for being 'an asshole in the dreams.'
"Ask me something personal! Don't 'never mind' it. Though from the look on your face, I don't anticipate you'll want to hear the answer. But first tell me, why did you come over? Not for all of this," he motioned to the painting and the sketchbook, "surely. You are worried about Enjolras? This is why he surrounds himself with friends and values their opinions, regardless of how useless like myself they seem. We cannot often change his mind, but we can prevent certain extreme actions... like the tattoo idea, for a mundane example."