Both men laugh as they exchange a look. Courfeyrac offers Sybil a wink, and without waiting for an invitation, he plucks away the bottle of champagne and brings it to the side table, where he sloshes a decent amount into a drinking glass. For all he loves his friend, Combeferre has had quite enough of the man. He wants to spend the rest of the afternoon in his fiancee's arms. Starting now.

“Courfeyrac.”

He looks up with wide eyes full of innocence. “Mm?”

“Drink that quickly, will you?”