Enjolras has only met a few people that he knew were Jewish, and those not well. He was aware that people told stories about them; everything ranging from the fact that they horded money all the way to they had horns and were the devil on earth.

While he could not claim any cultural knowledge of Jewish people, he called people who repeated such stories fools. And he would not stand by while anyone was singled out for persecution. He responds to the information with nothing more than interest and some mild surprise.

He's more interested in the spoon which he gently pushes with the tip of his index finger.

"Mine doesn't... or does it? All I know is that they said my voice can make people believe things. I didn't think... I don't know... If that were the case things might have been different."

He pauses as if an idea occurred to him.

"Wait... you said your family... your people... is it because... please excuse me for asking but..."

Enjolras is frank and open by nature, but he's trying now.