Lucien Enjolras

Enjolras just picked whatever was nearest at the time, honestly. For a Frenchman, he has no great love for wine, but it is available and plentiful, and marginally better than the water available in Paris. "Mm, that is assuming there is anything to take action against here." He pauses, frowning, trying to access a slight flicker of a memory from his first day at the mansion. It passes, though, and he shakes his head.

"I --cannot recall if I have. It is more than likely."