Enjolras blinks and sets his rapier down against the floor. "A word of advice for you, monsieur: I would not lead with the fact that you are a king. There are some here that may take offense." There's the barest trace of a smile playing about his lips, hard to miss if you don't know him well; but he does not sound very amused. In fact, he sounds very nearly cold. "One might even call them revolutionaries."