He grinned again, looking down at his cup. "You're right. They couldn't. Where we used to stay, there were a few sheep. That was enough for me in one lifetime." He wasn't ashamed to admit it. Paris was his home, it always would be. He loved the city with a fierceness he couldn't describe, which said quite a bit coming from a man who claimed to believe in so little. He knew it had changed a lot, from what he'd seen and read since coming here. He hoped that some of his favourite places remained, even if that was foolish.
"It's deserved right now, I know." He wasn't sure how it had happened with her, but he found himself easily able to speak honestly with her. Maybe it was that bluntness of hers. "Enjolras is trying to be careful with me at the same time as he's pushing. Which I understand but -" He cut himself off, taking a sip of the coffee. "Sobriety brought with it things I am not quite ready for. Pathetic," he shrugged, as though that word explained the reasons why. He'd avoid it all forever if he could.
His smile mirrored her own. This, though. He could do. This sort of conversation was as easy sober as not. "Would he? Seems far too self indulgent for a Priest."