He watched the display with an objectively clinical sort of disdain. Clearly, it was an act on Venus' part, a play for the sponsors since she couldn't trust him to do his part. It was a valid concern. After all, Enjolras had protested any involvement in the process at all.

"I introduced them." There was a strange hoarseness to his voice, a tightening of his throat which he felt keenly with every pseudo-erotic sound emanating from the speakers. "I suggested that they look for each other within the Arena. She is a very good fighter, you know, and I was worried for how Courfeyrac might cope Perhaps my concern was poorly placed."

It wasn't, he realized, it was just a vague bitterness that bore into him. Stiffly, Enjolras tugged at the cuffs off his sleeve, ill-prepared for what would com next from the screen. You are plenty bewitching, Venus. You have bewitched every one of us. But I was referring to Mademoiselle Cindy.

He started. "Joly, did you catch that?"