Gavroche did immediately still, or at least he settled down somewhat, though he remained vibrating with the energy that could only come with being an excited child. If Enjolras wanted to talk, then things must be important, and Gavroche was ready to listen to every word of his hero.
And the boy was curious. Back home, Enjolras had always been serious, and rightfully so, he was an inspiration to the people and a mighty leader to follow! But here, here there were smiles, and jokes. It was good, definitely, if a little weird. Gavroche was still getting used to it, but he had to admit, he did like it.
"Of course we can talk!" He looked up at Enjolras with an open expression, utterly trusting. To most people, Gavroche was a wary child, oh always with a cheeky smile and willing to lead the other children to safety, but still always with that hesitation around adults, that lack of trust. But not with Enjolras, or the people who followed him, the people who treated Gavroche like one of their own. That was why he would have gone anywhere for them, done anything. And if listening to him was what Enjolras wanted, then that was so very easy for him to do. "What would you like to tell me?"