He nodded finding that he did understand, more or less. Some of the word were different, but if one didn't consider them literally, they fit. More or less.

"I do not have to pretend to like you, Eponine." He rose from the lounge's cushy chair, offering her his arm. "We might not know each other very well, yet, but I suspect we will when all of this is done. And remember, please use my name."