"I've been fortunate enough not to encounter any screaming fans so far. A street woman did throw herself at me in my quarters, though, before she began fellating a chair." Eponine and spiked chocolates don't mix.

"Where do you typically go here in the city?" Javert finds himself smiling a little, oddly. He's not sure why. It's not exactly a pretty expression on his face, more tight-lipped, and like someone's stamped his features with the wrong muscles, or something like that.