"I have the feeling you are being very generous in saying that," he returned easily. He had for the most part gotten the words right, but they had sounded beyond strange to his ears. Then again, so had English, when he'd first arrived. And now it was what he was mostly speaking. Not necessarily by preference, but by necessity.
He honestly hadn't been expecting the question. Though given what he now knew of the woman sitting beside him, it was probably naive to imagine she would have made it that easy. "I may have studied literature, but that does not make me a linguist." Nor had literature been the preference, over art. Still, he couldn't help but consider the words and see if there were any he could figure out. "I would assume litil is small. Genta...sounds like it should be gentle, but these are not particularly intelligent guesses."
There was also the simple fact of concentration not being his friend, of late. It was yet another mark against attempting this for Enjolras. What point was there in not drinking if he could not even hold intelligent conversation?