[Enjolras' face is a picture. He begins sceptical, impatient to get back to his book. As Sansa progresses he is first surprised and then completely engaged.
She's not yet finished when he gets to his feet. In lieu of answering he calls over his shoulder-] A moment, please. [A little rude, perhaps, but hopefully she'll have seen enough in his expression to understand he has a purpose in mind.
When he returns a moment later he has the book, Du Contrat Social in his hands. Gently he removes his bookmark.] Here is a book, written by a man who also believed that better could be done than merely subjugating people to the whims of tyrants. If your interest has been piqued by what I have said, then Rousseau will reveal more than I can. [It is not an offer he makes lightly, judging by careful way he holds the book out to her.
But to have someone who shares his passion and sees what he sees- the bright interest in his eyes clearly marks how seriously he has taken her words.]
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She's not yet finished when he gets to his feet. In lieu of answering he calls over his shoulder-] A moment, please. [A little rude, perhaps, but hopefully she'll have seen enough in his expression to understand he has a purpose in mind.
When he returns a moment later he has the book, Du Contrat Social in his hands. Gently he removes his bookmark.] Here is a book, written by a man who also believed that better could be done than merely subjugating people to the whims of tyrants. If your interest has been piqued by what I have said, then Rousseau will reveal more than I can. [It is not an offer he makes lightly, judging by careful way he holds the book out to her.
But to have someone who shares his passion and sees what he sees- the bright interest in his eyes clearly marks how seriously he has taken her words.]