Though he did his best to appear calm, the more she spoke the more his face twisted in confusion. That was far too much to drop on him at once. He shifted in his seat uncomfortably for a moment trying to fathom how he would even handle the situation. Other than not handling it at all. And unfortunately for her, he wasn't the type to just shut down and let things roll by. However, tapping his heel repetitively on the ground, he just looked at her until he could think of the right thing to say to her. He knew there was the possibility that it wasn't necessarily her fault. Time and time again it was clear his uncle was messing with him, trying to make him crack. Michel did not approve of the game.
And, of course, there was always the wide open question of who was spreading around that he and Mabelle had been seeing each other. Well, not seeing each other. Giving each other lessons. There was obviously a nose that needed to mind its own business or be swollen. He would find out who eventually, and maybe the party was just the place to do that.
"Fine!" He hissed, finally standing up from his chair and briskly walking past her. He wasn't going for the knife, thankfully. Instead he grabbed his violin case from the corner of the room. He needed something to keep his hands busy just so he didn't strangle her for the sake of having someone to strangle. "Fine! We'll go then! Together! And we'll have a lovely evening and then I'll put turpentine in the fucking punch bowl and-"
Michel cut himself off there, biting his tongue and he flipped open the lid to the instrument's case. That was a dangerous way to be talking during their time. He knew that. The deaf woman on the floor beneath him wouldn't be saying anything, but he couldn't afford even a slim chance for the wrong person to even hear his ranting. "I told you to stay away from him!"