Grantaire was unaffected by the tone of her voice, impressively cold as it was. "This is who I am. This is who I've been since before anyone who knows me now knew me. They knew what they were getting into with me from the very beginning."
He found a half bottle of wine and pulled it into his hands, surely provoking her, but he didn't care.
"What use am I? You didn't think I was so useless when you first came over here to ask for my help with Enjolras. There was something there before you asked about my drinking then proceeded to only let the bottle talk for me." He up-ended the bottle and finished it, tossing the empty bottle onto the sofa behind him. "'What use am I?' Tu verras." He nearly spit the last two words at her before turning away.