Marius only rolls his eyes in response, though it's only really out of fondness rather than exasperation. Of course he's anticipating the romance of a waterfall; it's the sort of sight in nature that merits such a response. Not that he's certain he can convince Rat to ride a horse, but still. "Courfeyrac, just because your ideas of romance can fit within the capacity of a teaspoon doesn't mean the rest of us have to diminish our ideas of it."

"With your what?" Violet ignores Courfeyrac's remark to focus on Rat's name, eyes widening a bit.

"My boyfriend," Marius replies, face flushing as he squares his shoulders back and sits up a bit in his saddle, stiffening like an insulted cat the way he always does when Courfeyrac's teasing gets to him.