Never ashamed of his penchant for inflating his skills, Courfeyrac beams. He only makes a face as Marius mentions his grandfather, for there is a fellow he has long detested, and surely any friend or relative of his would be just as dreadful. “Any acquaintance of your grandfather’s would not be worth the time spent atop a horse,” he declares. “If you fall from your saddle today, it will be in a good cause.”

“Now,” he stuffs his hands in his pockets as he strolls forward, brightening as he spots the pretty stablehand, “what do you have planned for us today?"