[ This isn’t the first time I’ve not believed in something, he thinks, but he doesn’t say. It’s difficult for him to allow himself to believe at all. He’s lived too long without belief, clinging to his faith in Enjolras alone, so he shuns the very thought despite how very obvious it may be. Magic is very obvious here, but Grantaire blinds himself to it due to habit alone. ]

Good company and good cheer can enhance the effects of good wine, and atmosphere alone can make people behave in ways they ordinarily might not.

[ That isn’t exactly a lie, but he knows it’s not the truth in this instance. He did feel something different. ]

You said yourself that you felt no effects, Enjolras. Why do you think it's magic?