Grantaire manages to keep from blenching or otherwise revealing his unease. Brothers. Of course. He ought to have suspected when she'd already made mention of them, but had preferred to ignore the signs.
The names. The faces. It had been at the Cafe, and they had spoken for a time; rather, the twins (and how could he have forgotten twins? how could he not have made some connection?) had largely listened while he spoke. They'd shared a bottle. And god knows what had been spoken. Beyond that... He may have seen them elsewhere, or at a distance in the Cafe.
Well. There isn't any way to duck out now without raising an alarm. Linger, play along, and he might be able to keep the situation under something like control. Because a bit of chaos, while well and good, is liable to prematurely destroy this dalliance with Mademoiselle Boissy.
Nodding to one boy and then the other, Grantaire smiles. "So my limited experience reveals, time and time again. Mademoiselle Boissy, I have heard you speak well of your family, but I hadn't realized that these particular paragons." There is enough of a smirk to suggest that he recognizes his exaggeration, enough warmth to suggest that the sentiment expressed is not entirely untrue.
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And now, here they are. Wondrous. Family is always best avoided, and to make matters more complicated, he has seen these boys before; the greeting confirms his suspicion, though he still cannot quite recall the encounter. Encounters? René. Martin. They could...
Ah. Ah.
The names. The faces. It had been at the Cafe, and they had spoken for a time; rather, the twins (and how could he have forgotten twins? how could he not have made some connection?) had largely listened while he spoke. They'd shared a bottle. And god knows what had been spoken. Beyond that... He may have seen them elsewhere, or at a distance in the Cafe.
Well. There isn't any way to duck out now without raising an alarm. Linger, play along, and he might be able to keep the situation under something like control. Because a bit of chaos, while well and good, is liable to prematurely destroy this dalliance with Mademoiselle Boissy.
Nodding to one boy and then the other, Grantaire smiles. "So my limited experience reveals, time and time again. Mademoiselle Boissy, I have heard you speak well of your family, but I hadn't realized that these particular paragons." There is enough of a smirk to suggest that he recognizes his exaggeration, enough warmth to suggest that the sentiment expressed is not entirely untrue.