Shen Qingqiu remembers—Grantaire had been very pretty, and very sad. They'd talked about Naruto. "Enjolras is the one he died for..." he says, more realizing it himself than telling Claudius, and then gets distracted, trailing off. He keeps getting distracted, when he looks at Claudius, and he thinks maybe it's just the gayness, because again, beautiful man, but it's something specific. The line of his body, the way he lounges across the back of the couch, it's somehow familiar. It shouldn't be a couch he's lying on, it should be—a, a rock, a beautifully animated rock, and he should be licking his paw—

"Oh my god," he says, sitting upright. "You're the hot lion."