There is precious little of it, just an air of gradual deflation as he is harangued with what, in some eyes, may seem to be the truth. To his, it is a pretty way of hiding reality.

'Would I take the aid? No, monsieur - as I have told the Baron, I am believed dead. It is as good a cover as any, and I do not think Javert will go against his word and arrest me.'

Which he knows could raise further questions from Bahorel, just as it did with Combeferre, but he has had this conversation with himself a thousand times and knows what his answers are.

'You say Cosette would look to me for help? And what could I offer her? I could not speak for her husband, not offer a defence, nor show my face in a court. And then, she would have to know, I would have to tell her that all these years she has been under the protection of a criminal! You have not seen her face when she has seen the chain go by, you have not heard her wonder if such people can even be men, you have not seen the Baron recoil at the sight of me - as he should, as they both should, as anyone who is innocent in these matters has the right to. No monsieur, I will not destroy her notions and bring that darkness with me, I will not sit in her house and know that everything I eat and breathe is a lie, and would bring her unhappiness. No, monsieur.'

He will not.