Enjolras lecturing him didn't exactly go over well, his eyes darkening. If he had fur, it would have bristled. "Don't assume my silence is inaction, or disinterest," He said a little stiffly. It had only been Wyatt's caution that had kept him from murdering Snow in cold blood, after all.

"I know well how loosed tongues can cost men their lives." He looked at Venus. "... And do not take my silence as distrust. But if Enjolras had approached me thus on his own, I would have soundly seen him to the door." He looked at Wyatt, not willing to give away any of the man's secrets, so he spoke only for himself.