That was a gamble, but a worthy one, at least. Ever so slightly, the tension in Enjolras' shoulders eased, and he relaxed against his seat. Joly as entirely correct. He was jumping to conclusions. Cinderella would entertain Courfeyrac, probably, when it was convenient for the cameras, but that would like the be the extent of their involvement. She had better things with which to occupy her time.

"I apologize, my friend. You are correct, of course." He pulled at the cuffs of his jacket, abruptly self-conscious and trying to justify his opinions to himself. It wasn't the clouded confusion he associated with Venus, of course, and it was still most definitely an irritation, but it held and element of dread as well. For every benefit his comrades brought, there was also a bit of uncertainty. After all, Enjolras could advise Courfeyrac and Joly on the intricacies of the Capitol and expect them to heed his words more so than Marius ever would, but they were their own men. He couldn't expect complete obedience nor would he even want it if it were offered. There was an element of unpredictability that he had only before considered and never had to truly face.

"Do not think too ill of me. I worry for them both, as well as for myself. If we are to make any progress at all here, Cinderella will be necessary to it. I know that much, and I am sorry if my inability to say more here makes me seem unkind."