Eponine's mouth tightens into a straight line as she's confronted with the names of the Patron Minette. Her eyes narrow and she glares at Cesare.
"I told you. 'Parnasse is my sire." So she is important. So there.

She chews on her lips. There's not a chance in hell she's promising anything.
"Can I go now, Sir?" The 'sir' is definitely forced.