Although he'd asked for rough, Laertes's hands are gentle as he starts undoing Enjolras's cravat. He wonders if the wearing of it is mere habit, the comfort of the fashions of Enjolras's Paris, or if he'd worn it especially because he wanted to look fine. When the cloth is undone, he lays a kiss on Enjolras's throat. "Undress thyself for me," he says. "I want to see all of thee."