He takes a swig from the bottle before returning--hard--to his chair. "Of course, of course." The room around hangs out of focus, and Grantaire has to work to pull back the pieces. He rubs his head, pours another glass, drinks. "You are--Caution. We are on all sides... surrounded."

Although Grantaire holds the capacity for discretion, he doubts that he can maintain hold of it in these circumstances. "It would be wise to continue this elsewhere."