Michel gave her a displeased look. That wasn't what he wanted to hear from her, but he should've been expecting it based on her initial reaction to him showing up. "Then why are you here?" He questioned her, guessing she wanted the space, but demanding an answer from her anyway. Continuing to hold on to her arm until he was sure he would be getting his way without her leaving, he contemplated what he actually could offer. Even in a good place during the revolution, he didn't have a lot of income to be tossing around. Especially not for something so frivolous that could be passed over with someone he didn't really care for. That brought up the question again with himself over what he was even doing there or why was he not dropping the subject. But he still wasn't leaving.
Haggling was going to be an issue, it seemed, considering that he was already being shot down before he could even offer anything to her. Not that he wanted to have to offer anything at all. "I still have that painting," he finally said, but not until after he gave a heavy sigh. He didn't want to part with it, although he'd always swear that he didn't care for it. That just seemed like the best starting point. "Do you want it back?"