"May I inquire how?" He knew, or he thought he might anyway, but it would be gratifying to hear it expressed out loud, by someone so entrenched in the strange traditions of Panem. They didn't lack compassion, merely operated with a different sort of reasoning. It was reasoning, however, and so it could, perhaps, be argued against and persuaded.

Again, he fell into a sort of Socratic innocence, not wanting to jump the gun on her evolution of thought, but still feeling a keen sort of enthusiasm and curiosity regarding it. Abruptly, Enjolras realized that they had lingered perhaps too long by the table. If they were to continue this conversation, and he would have very much liked to, it would be best done elsewhere in the room. "I beg your pardon, but I think we may have unintentionally been very rude. We should give others a chance at the buffet, I think. May I help you find a seat, madame?"