[It probably helped that he asked the question out of, well, a somewhat academic wish to be correct, and to get this right rather than because he wished to go on some sort of a discourse on Combeferre's eyes or some such as well. THAT is the sort of reaction to love that Enjolras will never understand. He tries not to condemn it, but for him, love is the security of that other person and being with them, and less about the dramatic highs and lows. He has no time or patience for them, really.

That said, the shifting conversation is perfectly fine with him. It's easier to find the words for things like discussing the theatre than searching for a way to refer to his boyfriend in conversation. Granted, he has about as much experience with both.]

That may have something to do with it. The times I've gone have been more out of duty, I confess.

[He's a very good friend in that he's allowed some of them to bring him a few times. Of course, he is not mentioning the moments he talked through a new Dumas production either. He used to be a good son, when his parents brought him to Paris sometimes and insisted he go to plays with them but he had found that to be about as dull as church and twice as useless.]

Or perhaps somewhere society is changed enough to be engaging. That could also be well my problem there.