A distraught, perplexed expression crosses Marius's face then, and he puzzles over what to tell the waitress until he settles for two glasses of some vague, Capitol-brand fine red wine he recalled from when he and Ian had been forced to dine together.

Once the waitress leaves, he listens quietly with marginally wide eyes. Should apprehension show itself in Enjolras's demeanor Marius would barely take notice at this point, as all that occupies his mind is Cosette free of the horror of the Games, Cosette's hands untainted, Cosette relieved of the pain of death.

"Where must we go for that?" His tone is overly eager, but he finds that he can hardly suppress it. "Will you accompany me? How soon can this be done?"