Joly's mouth was almost always in motion of one kind or another. Even when he was silent, he was usually shifting expressions, laughing, or drawing in deep breaths in moments of panic. It was probably the first time that his mouth itself had put someone into a state like that though, so it was certainly new.

And well, Marius, they had been drunk. They had toasted to any and everything that they could think of during the funeral. It had started off with gossip, moved to the funeral itself, and somewhere in between, they'd discussed all number of other things, some of which were really not fit to mention to Marius himself. Joly was quite sure that he would blush at a few of the things.

Marius did look terrible by the way. Even knowing what the cause for it was, Joly was concerned he may already be ill as well, or have made himself ill, perhaps. As Marius asked his question, he was reaching out to feel the other's brow, to check him for a fever.

"Madame Pontmercy then, if that is how you, and the lady, will have it. After all, what IS in the name? Madame Pontmercy, by any other name would smell as sweet. And you look very much like Hell itself. I would suggest more rest."