Grantaire laughed at the slap since it was the reaction he'd been expecting. To the sound of the other woman's name, however, Grantaire snorted derisively and mumbled, "Sif doesn't want to be around me, I assure you, Bahorel, but I'm glad you two are getting along."
He straightened his posture with a somewhat dramatic flare and motioned between the two in introduction. "The lovely and charming Musetta, this attractive asshole is my friend Bahorel. Bahorel? Musetta."