"You don't need to be good at singing." Courfeyrac tries to move over to Combeferre and stumbles. Why does gravity not seem to like him recently? He doesn't think he's done anything to annoy her. "It's the spirit of the thing. Just find a song that you like and sing it! It doesn't even have to be a pirate song. Though there're probably more pirate songs you know."

He thinks there was something about being close to Combeferre that he was supposed to be remembering. Not getting too close? Was that it? Maybe. Since he brought him the beer, though, it's probably all right to stay just a little close.

Settling down on the floor, because standing's too much work, he rests his head on the couch by Combeferre's leg and reaches out to pet the kitten. "How about this one? 'Oh, better far to live and die under the brave black flag we fly than play a sancti-ti..monius part with a pirate head and a pirate heart!"

Is it all right for them to be pirates? He supposes some of the pirates had legitimate reasons for doing what they were doing--reasons other than greed. And Enjolras would look awesome standing on a ship, with the wind and the waves and the rest of them behind him, ready to pillage in the name of justice and equality. Like a Robin Hood pirate.