Courfeyrac stared at the plum in his palm for several long seconds before popping the fruit into his mouth. Hanging on her every word in spite of himself, he ate the fruit and admired her thoughtfully.

"Exceptional. I have never tasted one quite like it." His mind wandered back to his friends then, to Enjolras and Marius and the important warnings they'd attached to everything. They were constantly being scrutinized. It was dangerous to reveal too much of oneself. There were spies around and no one could truly be trusted, not even other Tributes. It was foolish of him to open himself up to a total stranger, but he felt like he knew Cindy. She was dangerous and in control, and she was more like he was than any other woman he'd ever met in his life. He wanted to know her. He wanted to know everything, not at the expense of his friends but in addition to it. Was that really so bad? Was he out of line for that.

"But you are not an open book are you, mademoiselle. I do not blame you, certainly. Every lady is entitled to her secrets." He risked another smile, grabbing another plum for himself. "However, I should like to know all about you as well. Talking all about myself would be exceedingly tiresome."