"I ain't killed no one, M'sieur. I swear it. Here, I don't know what I have done. They pulled me from the water and the stupid man screamed and here, I am clamped in chains and locked away. At home, yes. I have... well, it don't matter, does it, Sir? If I am scum there? Here, I am still scum."

Eponine presses her face to the bars, her dull eyes fixed on the grapes Homelander is eating. "A grape? Is that what it's called?"
She licks her lips. She's so close, she fancies she can almost hear it pop in his mouth, and almost, almost feel the juice on her tongue. "Me, I've never had one. Please, Sir. Just one. I shall give you..." She casts round for something that she might barter with. There's only the blanket on her bed.
"I... there's... a blanket? Sir, a blanket for a grape? Or a promise? A promise to do as you wish, when I'm free. Will you?"