Eponine had chuckled when he stuck his tongue out at her. She looks over this new book curiously though, before she makes her dictate evident.
"Sir? You give me a book on prison?" She wrinkles her nose and sticks it back on the first shelf she sees.
"Why should I want to read about such as that? It is like asking a dog to read a book about being a dog. There are enough nightmares in my head about crimes and punishments, however unjust, to need to read of it. Have you seen a man guillotined? You shouldn't be so quick to read it then, if you had."