[Javert regards Juno silently. He clicks his heels together and makes a deep, stiff, proper bow.]

I shall continue to stay away until you deem me fit, or else dismiss me from service. Good evening to you, Monsieur.

[With that finished, he somberly melts away into the shadows. He is gone so quickly it's not clear if he has some sort of vampiric camouflage ability with the night, or if he simply drifted away with the fog.]