"At the very least, it'll give him the chance to flirt with Marie again," Marius muses, shaking his head. He knows Courfeyrac will help him out; he always does. But he also knows his friend well enough to know that he will seize any opportunity he can to find favor with a pretty woman.

Marius doesn't quite sulk into the store, but he doesn't rush in, either.

"I have my own money, you know," he grumbles, holding up the crumpled bills from where he stuffed them into the side of his pillowcase.