Zelos let an amused smile spread across his face, not even bothering to hide it. Maybe Enjolras would take it as a mocking smile or just another careless display, but he had to admit that he was a little intrigued. This guy, who had apparently won a battle to the death and the connotations attached to that alone, was preaching about freedom and honour?

It was hilarious.

Zelos made a mental note of the man, as someone of interest. He sounded like someone who might actually do something. If he didn't get himself killed by spouting what had to amount to treason, that was. This time when he spoke, the grin on his face was so vapid it bordered on mocking. "So serious. Lighten up, man. You're living in the lap of luxury here. I don't know about you, but I'd rather be a rich prisoner than a poor one."