While she was lighting the candle, Michel was pulling forward his old Argand lamp on his desk to light as well. It was always much better than a candle at bringing some light into the room. At least enough to find the sheet music he was looking for without needing to squint too much. It had certainly gotten plenty of use from him, though every now and then he did contemplate how much money he would save on oil if he just maintained a more regular sleep schedule. Oh well.
Now on to actually finding the sheet music. He did his best to maintain focus even though it seemed unlikely he'd be remembering what he was suppose to give her. And apparently she didn't either. Instead of complaining about it, he just pulled open a drawer and start flipping through its contents. Maybe he would find a familiar looking name. Otherwise he hadn't really been paying enough attention to her other than her talking to notice her expressions or think much of the bump against his shoe.
"A little cold never killed anyone," he decided. He had thought about starting a fire for a bit, but even for him it seemed silly to waste any wood that late at night. He'd sooner just find what he needed for her, toss her out, and head to bed knowing well that he was bound to have a splitting headache in the morning. Even then he wouldn't regret drinking as much wine as he had. A reason for why she brought it up didn't even really occur to him. "Are you?"