Lucien Enjolras

Claudius raises an arch eyebrow at that, impressed by the aptness of the metaphor and by how well it shows Grantaire knows him. It does nothing for the emotions still coiling in his chest, where he bids his heart beat a little quieter, he can hear his own pulse hammering in his ears. "Well," he says briskly, "then thou must be something tart and sweet, that can pair as well with savory dishes as desserts. A cherry compote with shredded ginger, mayhap."