"You had a lover?" Eponine doesn't catch Susan's acerbic tone, or chooses to ignore it. She leans her head back, looking up at the sky.
"Me, I've had a few. Not lovers, really... but 'Parnasse! Oh, Susan! To see how his hair falls, just so, and so dark, and his lips so red, and his clothes? He might be a toff. I weren't in love, but..."

She bites her lip, quite lost in her memories. "He could have had any woman, you know? Even the toffs swoon for him, he is so beautiful. But he chose me." For better or for worse... or at least, he had Eponine before she fell for Marius, anyway.

"Will you tell me of your man? I will tell you of mine, if you like?"