[Javert hisses a muffled, distant-sounding curse. The foot jerks out of sight of the feed, and instead a hand drops down to the side of the bed with a telling chain-rattle. If Grell were to look closely at the video, he might see something that looks like leopard pelt wrapped around Javert's wrist.]

Oh! Sure! Very capital. It grants me a very capital opportunity to publicly announce my morning toilette, [is his deadpan remark. The truth is, the Inspector is rather humiliated that such a personal affair is on display for all to see. It simply isn't proper or decent for a man of his position.

There is a thoughtful silence, while Javert's quick head attempts to discern a way out of this fine dilemma.] You say my wife is acting peculiar? Send that woman to me. I will judge if it is true.