He can pretty much tell Grantaire's having the same sort of confused reservations he's got about this whole thing, even though he's kind of wholly, gleefully excited to have a date to this shit in the bottom of his stupid little heart. They're cut from similar cloth.

"No, but what I expected and what I actually got are two completely different things, dude." He sighs a little, grabbing Grantaire by the wrist, and parks himself down at one of the tables.