Eponine itches to snatch the mug from Joss. She half starts to get up to grab it, but she can already sense that he's cross with her, so she sits again. But the smell is magnetic, hypnotising almost. It's warm and metallic and so, so appetising. She shifts a little, sitting on her hands and wrapping her feet around the chair legs.

"Monsieur - please." It's almost too much for her to contain herself. "It has been days since I have eaten. I didn't ask you to bring me here, and to tease is cruel. Please."