"Without the play," he agreed, his chest constricting with delight. If someone - Courfeyrac, perhaps - had been there to declare his friend a fool, Combeferre could not have argued. By God, he was smitten. "Though perhaps we can find something a bit less strange in the future." He led her up to the front door, lingering close for a moment longer. "Until next time, then. Et bon nuit."