It is all the same to me, [Javert murmurs stubbornly.] But enough about this! I am tired of this talk.

Why the interest in people, [he falters awkwardly, his muzzle scrunching,] your people, now? If I had to guess I would not thought you capable of... [and another stumble as he grasps for the right word, though this time he manages to disguise it as a dramatic pause,] This.

Surely it is not you that draws us here. I heard differently.