[ A momentary stiffness comes into his smile, a little flicker of something hard in his eyes. He is not well pleased by that comment on his sister - not well pleased that Enjolras had sussed out her identity (not hard to do, given how alike the two of them look), not well pleased that he'd taken note of her. ]
Well, my sister is uncommonly decent. Hardly even Vor at all, really. Married a prole.
[ That's a lie, but it's the sort of lie that will hopefully prevent any murderous impulses if Enjoras gets it into his head to start butchering the nobility. ]
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Well, my sister is uncommonly decent. Hardly even Vor at all, really. Married a prole.
[ That's a lie, but it's the sort of lie that will hopefully prevent any murderous impulses if Enjoras gets it into his head to start butchering the nobility. ]