Lucien Enjolras

Grantaire pushes himself up to sit on the counter he just cleaned, and he regards Enjolras closely. "The supposed great men of history, you're a fair sight better than any of them." He shrugs. "You're not perfect, I know that, but..." He shakes his head, waving a hand airily. "I know, it's nothing you want to hear, that's fine."