R can believe it. He thinks of Eponine telling the truth to Howard - who's experienced it first hand but he's never been eaten alive, either - and Julie, and he frantically nods, a jerky up-and-down motion that reeks of desperation and eager to please.

"I won't. Promise I'll keep my hands to myself." He leads the way to the elevator, hits the button, and waits. The sounds of the Cornucopia still echo off the walls, R wincing.