He couldn't help but laugh, both at the fact that he knew she was right about her blood and the idea that the evening hadn't been a waste. The first he had to spend the hour cleaning up, the second a simply preposterous idea to him. "I suppose the free wine was good, but I could've just gotten drunk at home," he noted, making no comment on her presence for that. "I think alcohol makes you too optimistic."
Michel almost wished that alcohol could do the same for him, but he only saw the entire thing as one big bleak occurrence. A waste of both his time and money. At least her dress had actually fit her well enough and she looked good in it. If she took good enough care of it then maybe it wasn't too much of a mistake to bother. However, it did come to mind why he had bothered buying her something she could keep in the first place. He wasn't going to answer that question for himself, even if he was escorting her back to his apartment. It was just for the sheet music he had promised her. Really.
He hadn't bothered looking down at her as they walked, paying more attention to the direction they were going to prevent them from getting lost in Paris in the middle of the night. Sleep wasn't something he liked to do early, but he couldn't wait to at least just sit down. "That's it, right up there," he pointed, doubting that she could recognize it at in the dark. With that known, he quickened his pace a bit.