Lucien Enjolras

He nods and settles into chopping the garlic, trying his best to get the skins off before he does so. “Well, make no unjust laws and I shan’t overthrow you.” He shoots a teasing grin Laertes’ way. “It would be quite easy to build a barricade in the kitchen. But to our earlier point; that is good. It does feel odd to —I cannot call myself a lover; I think, but we can figure that out.”