"Does this mean we have to put him to bed?" Courfeyrac looks down at the kitten in disappointment. "We shouldn't let him stay up too late. Grantaire would think that we're bad cat-uncles."

He has an empty glass in his hand somehow. Right. Combeferre had given it to him. It shouldn't be empty. It should have more rum in it, so that Combeferre can continue to relax and look adorable with a cute kitten on his lap. Holding the glass out to Bahorel, he smiles. "Combeferre needs a refill."