Antan, old, yore. Her explanations were logical, and he nodded along, wishing for a scrap of paper on which he might take notes. Still, as they were attempting something to deceive the Capitol, perhaps such notes were inadvisable and it was fortunate that he was unable to take them. It really was a code, then, and he would simply have to do his best to memorize its double meanings.

How interesting that she was so fixated on Javert. Enjolras didn't know the man very much outside of his presence at the barricade, but Gavroche had known him. Perhaps his entire family had a history with their spy. And, actually, given the shockingly forthright nature of the Inspector, especially for a spy, Enjolras didn't doubt for a second that he'd be deceived by such a language.

"Antan, j'ai ete a l'ecole," he repeated softly, tapering the harsh phrasing a little bit to fit perhaps slightly better into his own voice. "Will you teach me another? Or explain more words?"