[His eyebrows quirk upwards, his mind filling in the gaps in what could possibly be more entertaining. Many things, most of which he can't imagine Enjolras ever wanting to do. Still, he's curious, and he would be the last person in the entire universe to turn down Enjolras' company, so he nods. Not, though, without commenting to himself though, not loudly enough for Enjolras to comprehend from down below.]

Bring me more wine and I'll show you entertainment.

[With another chug from the bottle--he needs to comprehend, somehow, that these bottles are more concentrated, more potent--he heads out and down to open the door for Enjolras. He leans on it as he waits for his Apollo to pass through, eyes never leaving him for a moment.

They never do when he's got his attention all to himself.]

What is it that you've got for me, then? Other than your company, which would occupy me enough.