The tray again. Valjean glances to it, gives a brief, tight, smile, and pulls a chair out from the desk he has never used. It has been a while since he has eaten, and the young man has taken the trouble to bring it. It would be impolite to ignore it, even if he is just trying to look after his friend's body.

'I do not believe so,' he says, and pours coffee for both of them with another small, polite, smile.

'Are there reports of others experiencing this?'

Perhaps it would be useful to know. If he is about to be assailed with Enjolras's feelings and sights, he would rather be prepared.