You need to hear what?

[Instinctively, he puts his hand to his own back pocket, looking for his little prism.]

Jesus Christ, Eponine, I don't think you need to-

[Shit. He doesn't know what it is, but all of a sudden, Eponine pointing the knife against his stomach is dangerously sexy.]

...has anybody ever told you you're hot as hell when you're mad?

[And then the knife goes to her throat, and he shakes his head, speaking calmly.]

Eponine, put the knife down.