With Beatrice's comment, Eponine's confidence wavered. She glanced quickly at her pale hands, before looking back at Beatrice.
"What does paleness matter? It is what happens when you ain't got no blood, Madame. I tell you, there is danger about tonight. And it is worse for a man. A lady, she dies quick, but a man?"

Eponine shrugged again, trying to look unconcerned.

"It is up to you, of course, Madame."

But Eponine would be after her, out of boredom, out of the spite of rejection, before the night was through.