"Apologies to your people as a whole, but that doesn't seem all that clever," Grantaire spoke with the hint of a teasing smile. He was sure it was all very logical and made sense at the time, but it was near impossible to picture. "Rivers," he added, almost out of nowhere. "Paris has a lot of rivers. Which is hardly houses built of shit, but it is enough of nature for me." He'd spent a lot of his time sketching, there. Standing on the many bridges, in different light.
"That sounds remarkably close to what Apollo said. It doesn't make the prospect any more appealing, though." It would hurt. He knew it would. He was barely able to keep the feelings at bay now, when he was actively trying not to think about it. "A little different to enemy raiding parties, though I can't say they sound like much fun."
He lowered one knee, leg stretched out in front of him, which removed himself from being quite so hunched over. "Something I may have to work on myself, to avoid your teasing."