The creature has some fanciful ideas about me in his head, [Javert returns snidely with a self-deprecating grimace.] I cannot fathom it.

[His thumb covers a good half of the watch face. He didn't miss Juno's tone, even in his hungry, wasted state. He detects the contempt, the displeasure, even suspicion. Suspicion directed at him, he supposes, for proof of his association with a creature that appears to be well-and-hated amongst men and monsters in Ryslig. He looks up to Juno with hooded eyes, and reads into where Juno's suspicion lies.]

We are far from bosom mates. Don't think what is not there.