He cocked an eyebrow at the other, lips drawn into a thin line of disapproval as the other finally turned to face him. He wasn't... much to look at, really. Especially with the smudge of ketchup on his face. Good lord, hadn't he heard of a napkin? But Enjolras really wasn't here to accost the other on his inability to eat a hot dog without wearing half of it, and he wasn't about to allow himself to be sidetracked from the matter at hand, either.

"Oh?" he demanded, and it did not take much to imagine him scolding the other with his hands upon his hips, though he had no such stance now. Only straight backed disapproval, hands clenched slightly at his sides, "Is that all you have to say for yourself? I do not know what reason you have conjured up- you tell me!" his accent was thicker when angry, or so he had been informed on occasion. "But it ends now,"