Joly managed, by sheer force of that snap, to avoid raising an eyebrow right in Enjolras's face. It was the stress of this, he told himself. Certainly, Courfeyrac's reputation pointed toward doing such, but unless his heart had greatly changed, he doubted such a thing might come to pass.

That a woman like Cinderella might grow sick of Courfeyrac's considerable...Courfeyracian charms seemed a bit more likely to him, but, of course, not having met her, all that Joly could do was sigh a little. He did see where that would become a distraction, when it came to all that they hoped to accomplish but it had never been too much of one at home, for any of them. He was more inclined to look towards that basis of the past, even as he admitted Enjolras knew much more of the situation.

"Courfeyrac not handle a woman? Oh she seems singular indeed." And he could understand precisely, then, why that sort of woman would become one Courfeyrac would wish to HAVE above all others. "There IS something of the forbidden that can prove to be tempting, I suppose. I can see his attractions from that point alone. But need it truly grow to that point of things? Perhaps the mademoiselle herself will decide that she is not interested herself. There are quite a few possibilities at hand. I think you jump toward the worst of them, if I might say it as someone who has not been here long enough to know her."