"Yeah, he's awful." Cal couldn't help himself. He broke into a smile, less at her reaction and more at the confirmation that Grantaire was in fact a hideous, monstrous parody of human existence. Either way, it made his lips curve to reveal gleaming teeth while the corners of his eyes scrunched up displaying crows feet that seemed to conflict with his otherwise teflon face. "I totally agree. Vile is a really great word for her, too."

Absently, he scooted closer to her. When he spoke again, Calendius' tone edged on conspiratory. "I'm serious, though. You can murder them all you want in the Arena, and probably get away with messing with them outside of it. You've been scorned, and you're on the right side in this. Everyone will sympathize with you and hate them, so play it up."