The terms don't fly as far past him as they might have a month ago. He's still new to everything she keeps saying, and the amount of self-awareness required by reality TV isn't something he's particularly fond of. She does, however, have a point, and even Enjolras can see it from beyond his highhanded principles.

"Of course, you realize I must defer to your judgment in this." It isn't a happy concession, he doesn't like feeling inadequate or having to admit to a deficiency. But there isn't a conceivable, realistic way around it, and arguing at this point is pure pigheadedness. Venus has an almost instinctual knowledge that it's very possible, no matter how he works to catch up, he might never actually have.

"On to a brighter topic, I think." He blinks, and from his vantage point, he can only see the top of her head, the wisps of her hair as it falls against her cheek. "What would you like to do this evening? Are your tired, or may I take you out?"

To dinner, for a date, is the implied undertone there. On it, they will undoubtedly fall into discussing the Capitol and its problematique again, but she's right to defuse the subject for now. There will be ears listening in on this, and more or less open rebellion is not necessarily the same thing as rash provocation.