Lancelot spends a long moment looking, considering. He tries to imagine Susan's reaction, or Grantaire's. He tries to discern whether this is something they, or anyone else, might like.

They would, he supposes, be surprised. He thinks they would be pleased. He isn't sure how he feels about it, but then he's often unsure of how he sees himself.

Eventually he says, "I like it. I think it's good. What do you think?"