Shen Qingqiu is way too comfy to stand up and bow properly, so he gives a fancy little nod-plus-flourish with his hand from his seat. "Shen Qingqiu," he says. He pats the seat next to him. "You can come sit, if you like. I don't bite."

Enjolras. He'll have to remember that—he'd write it down in his notebook, start a new entry, but it seems rude to just pull out a notebook in the middle of conversation. So instead he writes it down in the margins of Moonless Midnight, pretending to peruse the page a little bit first so it's not obvious he's just taking hot man notes.