I would rather sell it, Sir. If I am to stay in such a place, I would rather sell it all and have a little room, or at least a sausage every night. A hot one, with mustard. And perhaps some brandy. Yes. That will be good. I do not mind sleeping under a bush or something. It is nice, I suppose, to see the stars... you know? My little brother can fly now? Gavroche, you know?

[Considering that Eponine doesn't really know or understand who this man is, she is really relaxed in his presence. It is just nice to talk to someone, anyone, who actually wants to talk to her, who smiles at her. She hugs his coat tighter about her, reaching her hands into the folds of her skirt beneath her coat to reassure herself that the money she stole is still there.]