The young man straightened, while the girl on the bed beside him smoothed her skirts hastily, blushing. They asked their questions: amused at having surprised him with his mistress, of all innocuous things.
No, he said, embarrassed, he had not seen his friends for several days. He had no idea what had passed in the rue de la Chanvrerie.
Had he been here for the past week, then? Well... yes. Alone? No, not quite alone. Very well! They went off, chuckling.
When the footsteps faded, Enjolras sighed. "All right, so it worked. Stop looking at me like that."