Eponine, in turn, was confused. Should she be getting pleasure out of this? She'd never felt particularly happy before - in fact, she didn't usually feel anything, unless it was Montparnasse... She shot Alan a wary look, and moved her hand to his own in his lap as he spoke.

"What you wish, Monsieur."

She smiled as cheerfully as she could, and withdrew her hand. Swiftly, she pulled her ragged top up over her head. She fought for composure in that brief moment when her face was covered by the dirty material.

"Go on, Monsieur. I knew you would want repayment. People always do."