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[avotresante]

My good sir, I disapprove this notion of sobering me. I've put the bottle down once and where exactly did that get me? Nor do I particularly care for the circumstances under which you desire it happen. Perhaps it would be in our more common favor should you simply finish your book while I finish my wine and thus we shall part and go on our merry and quite separate ways.

... [Siiiigh.]

At the very least, wait until your lady friend, and thereby Enjolras, is readily available. If I am to be subjected to such a purgatory, I would prefer to awaken as near to where I died as possible, even should that place simply be represented by a man. Never minding which, if you would remove my drink, I may be far less entertained by time spent accompanied solely by an ever pining Pontmercy.

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[cockaded]

The place is dangerous enough without that bottle in your hand. [ As blunt as ever because he's not happy about it either, he doesn't like their liberty being taken by an unnamed foe. ]

Neither Marius nor I will have time to carry you through, your life will only be safe with your wits about you.

[avotresante]

O fearless leader, when have you ever deigned to carry the likes of me? [See here a vaguely mocking half-bow and a cheerfully resigned smile.]

Though wits be damned, it seems proper that my life should mean so little as I doubt it safe in either circumstance.