"Yes, nobody suspected it to go so a-rye," Mabelle halfheartedly deadpanned, not making any special effort to draw attention to the pun. Peering up at Michel meaningfully through lowered eyelashes, easily copying the falsely shy, flirtatious looks she'd witnessed from the ladies of the courts, she added with a content sigh, "But it was very romantic." Although making little sense in the context of bakeries, perhaps it was the most truthful part of her retelling, even if from a very skewed perspective. She easily passed it off as a mockery and reminder of his inability to frighten her, refusing to acknowledge any attempt to actually flirt.
He was hiding it well, but Mabelle could tell that she was getting to Michel as he fought not to glare, feeling briefly victorious until... he actually volunteered his evenings. And then her hands clenched, intently mouthing "no" at Michel in dispute, her head angled so that her expression was unreadable by Dorian, who instead looked quite pleased. There was no way her threat was too subtle for him to miss, so was he instead choosing to challenge it? She felt conflicted, having fully expected him to outright reject, and still suspicious that he even planned to follow through.
"Evenings it is," Dorian confirmed, patting Mabelle roughly on the shoulder again. "Three, four times a week? I'll get a room here reserved for four." Wasting no time, the man left to go make arrangements for painting space, leaving the two of them alone.