He nods. He has no idea what will happen -- it's one thing to have immediate mastery of a weapon used in close combat, and another for a distance weapon, which works on entirely different principles -- but he aims carefully and shoots.

What happens, to his great interest, is a sort of splitting of the difference. His form with the musket is very nearly perfect, and the recoil doesn't bother him, but his shot goes wide. He supposes that makes sense. God is in his arm, and by extension the musket, but not the musket ball, and he already knew from billiards that aiming at what you want to hit can be challenging. He glances over at Enjolras, pleased with the knowledge.