They did at that. It seemed to Joly, in that moment, that it may be harder to guess that Enjolras had done the same entirely. To an outsider, Joly might guess that it appeared that Enjolras was simply embarrassed at the attention and not so much discomforted by things. Joly could understand it, yes, and he would offer an apology later, when they had a moment unobserved, but for now, things were working well enough.

"A proper place...it would depend, I suppose." He added, and there was, for half a second, a stiffness in his shoulders as he settled back into his earlier position there. "In Paris, surely some places, my friend. But here? I dare not guess."

With that, he was relaxed again, almost cheeky as he surveyed Enjolras, just a friend, looking out for a friend's well being instead of wondering and requesting to find out later, where such discussions may take place.

"And I would not dream of asking that you reveal secrets of an especially close nature. Your pardon if I venture into rudeness instead of my concern and affection for you. Mademoiselle does suit you well is all that I will say of it and leave the rest to you."