[Combeferre is torn between laughing delightedly and turning bright red, at the moment, so he must be excused if he busies himself with his wineglass until the blushing is a bit more under control.]

Oh, very well, I cannot outshine you in this arena it would seem. [He clearly doesn't mind that one bit, however, and gives Joly a cheery grin, nudging his spectacles up a bit.]

--As for the second, ah, thank you? I suppose he must have told you, I do not think we are as obvious as all that.