"I had an inkling, yes." His expression closely mirrored hers. Because honestly, who could miss it? And as with their earlier talk of being pathetic and whiny, he appreciated it more than if she had sat there and told him lies about how strong he was being, or some nonsense. He wasn't strong. He wouldn't be in this position if he was, and he hated that enough to want to simply ignore the thought.
"I'm not surprised that they do," he replied without trying to hide his humour. "Particularly from a woman. No offence intended," he added perhaps needlessly, because it was clear from the way he'd said it alone he was being more ironic than anything else. Grantaire didn't hold any particular stereotypical notions regarding what the fairer sex could do. Spending enough time with someone as focused on equality as Enjolras ensured that. Not to mention the women he knew. Had known. It was impossible to think of people he thought of in such high regard as anything lesser.
Realising his thoughts had taken a melancholy turn again, he forced a humoured smile. "I'm sure I'll find a use for it, at some stage."