"I think most men would take any skirt what offered it. Even me. 'Xept, I want my coin first." Eponine's expression hardens, and she shrugs, forcing the momentary shame of her admittance away.Maybe Susan won't click. Maybe she'll think Eponine's just saying it.

Eponine hands over the bag. "D'you think it's a game? We roll 'em, p'raps? Or perfume like a rich lady?"