[ Although he looks indignant and slightly petulant, Enjolras doesn't pull away; he instead tilts his head to try and maintain eye contact as best he can, brushing his spare hand over the base of Grantaire's neck. ]

That's hardly a good reason to give your life. [ He's sounding critical again, and finally some sensible part of Enjolras' brain tells him to let it rest. ] But I...can't begrudge it now. Just please never do something like that again.