Lucien Enjolras

“A ticking chicken, indeed.” Enjolras can’t help but laugh a little, and takes Laertes’ hand with no hesitation. It is a mark of how comfortable he has grown with Laertes these past few months; with anyone aside from his closest friends he is usually quite aloof. “Surely there must be one here somewhere, we’ve ballrooms and room enough for fencing, the place is large enough.”