"Good. Wonderful." Now, Combeferre couldn't stop grinning, and he ducked his head with a small laugh. "But please, lead the way, mademoiselle. I- I hate to think what the inside of my head looks like right now, of course. Thoroughly addled, I am sure." He clasped his hands behind his back, fingers twining together with nerves. Even now that she had responded, his head was spinning, as though to make up for his uncharacteristic boldness earlier.