The words were quite enough and Joly smiled slightly at them anyway. It was acknowledged, and that was what mattered most. He had been putting forth the effort to survive, that he might jump into things and work towards aiding the others in their ultimate goal, and that mattered more to him than anything effusive or overly specific. He could certainly work with that for now.

"Ah, well then." He agreed, nodding intently. "Our paladin, at least our knight errant at that, remains." He winked, then bent his head to meet Enjolras, nodding at his words. "Our Courfeyrac would never, no." he agreed matching the tone of the other, "And I do doubt the lady would at that."

This whole thing, if they painted it in such a way as to cast gossip onto Courfeyrac, must be construed entirely as his affair. "But appearances, you say? Oh dear, those sound incriminating. I do hope that is able to resolve itself before someone is hurt then."

Then he was following suit, and glancing at the screen again, with Venus resting there on Courfeyrac, and trying not to laugh at what Enjolras had just said. It played into the words incredibly well, as if he had actually timed it. "Yes, I suspect our Courfeyrac shall be just fine." he chose to say instead, glad really, that they were, however unwittingly, playing into their hands like this.