[It's like trying to have a conversation with a socially awkward tree stump. Phil can't decide whether Javert's serious or fucking around, but he's beginning to think that maybe this isn't all an act. Which makes it not disarming, but at least a little less infuriating. Maybe.]

What would I want with any of that divinations bullshit?

Look, I'm not asking anything specific. Just... tell me a story. From the life of Javert. Like what you did before you came to this place, even something you did when you were a kid. I don't care. Something I can't tell just by looking at you.