For once in his ridiculous life, Courfeyrac willingly takes the hint. “Yes! Yes, naturallement. The two of you have business to attend to.” He cannot resist the wink as he clinks his water glass against their flutes. “To the kindest, most sensible couple that Darrow has surely ever seen. Congratulations, mes amis.” As promised, he finishes his champagne in a single swallow.

“And to prove just how much I love the both of you, I will keep your houseguests occupied for, say, the next hour or so.”

Combeferre blushes anew, but he smiles. “Thank you, Rene."