[She doesn't mind the affection, not at all. She hasn't had too much of it in recent years- affection that didn't come with some sort of cruelty attached. With Remy, she can feel that he is warm, bright. She likes that. Subsequently, Eponine leans into his body, quite content to feel his arm around her.]

They are. They bring me many customers, but I would rather be with you. Though, there is a comfort in knowing I am not the only dead one here. So many others have come here for their death.