"Not at all." The reply isn't without consideration as much as it seems well worn and oft repeated. "I find myself to be an abysmal liar and I haven't the stomach to deceive people anyway. I could not tell you which of those things came before the other, but I've more or less always been that way."

There's a small, very wry smile that plays on his lips momentarily before disappearing again behind a calmly neutral expression. "I am aware it's a quality that can be off-putting, or even dangerous in a place like this. Such is life, I suppose."

Which was in itself something of a deception. Given an important enough goal, Enjolras had no trouble lying to just about anyone. Rather, in the Arena, he didn't see the point of it, or the cruelty which others tended to exhibit. Again, it wasn't that he couldn't fight, it was that he chose not to. "Do you suppose there's any reason to lie to people here? When we are all going to die no matter what we do?"