Though Michel had wanted to point out that it wasn't romantic at all, he wasn't about to let the wrong thing slip in front of Dorian. It would likely be revealing something he didn't feel like letting on, even if he could make it sound like just another flat callous remark. Instead he waited. The amusement he got from Mabelle's expression was good enough for him at that moment. He grinned, shrugging his shoulders to give her a 'too bad' without being obvious.
And Dorian was off. Three nights seemed like a bit much, let alone four. But he didn't have time to complain. Not that he would've anyway. He tapped his shoe against the floor, never one who enjoyed keeping still for too long. Michel watched Dorian hurry off out of the corner of his eye, waiting until he was officially out of earshot before he glanced back at Mabelle.
"So, how do you know him again?" He questioned, holding a hand to his chin inquisitively. "I really don't care about this one, but you certainly get around, don't you? I'm surprised you're still living."