How singularly unusual. Another here who I am told that I know well. [His eyes are darting back and forth just a little here. And that might have been a smirk. A barely there, blink and you've missed it smirk, but there nonetheless.]

I am so glad for that, that progress has continued leaving such things in its wake. You must be pleased by that.


[He does NOT please, actually, but he IS sitting, and giving Combeferre a tiny nod.] Then do your worst.