[Andros really wanted to fix his shoulders and stare at the older man like 'did I stutter? Care to rephrase that?' Until he remembered that Javert was not in fact serving under him. and Andros had. Literally no prerogative over him. Well, Javert wouldn't be the only one think Andros had a giant stick up his ass, and for the most part, Andros didn't really care what you thought about him. As long as you did what you were told.

Which. Andros couldn't actually enforce with Javert.

It was such a pain when people didn't fall in line and you didn't actually have an authority to make them.]

Sure, go ahead. If you drink yourself under the table or get sick I'm going to leave you there like the fool you are.

[He wouldn't. But it felt good to say out loud. Instead, he just slid his own cup over to Javert. He might as well drink it, Andros wasn't going too.]