"We like you liking things, Combeferre. And learning. It's what you're supposed to do. Learn and teach." Courfeyrac frowns at Bahorel drinking from the glass. "And you're not supposed to have that! It was supposed to go to Combeferre."

Courfeyrac tries to take the glass of rum away from Bahorel. Hopefully with Nerium on his head as a distraction it won't be too hard.