"Yes, I did, and my shoulder still hurts like f...anything," Trevelyan amended. He looked down at his lunch. Not bad. At least they knew how to do food here. "I suppose you did, too?"

Wait a minute, did that man just say his name was St. Just? That name struck a chord somewhere in the depths of Trevelyan's mind, but that was almost immediately washed away by the rest of St. Just's statement. Invitation? Do we have another one for tonight? he wondered, and shot Javert a questioning glance.