His preoccupation with finding the music wasn't quite conductive for her plan, and maybe he was just wanting to get her out of there quickly whether he wanted to go to bed or just had enough of her for that night, but Mabelle wasn't ready to be ignored. Setting the candle down on the table to free her hands, Mabelle made her way over to him again, watching quietly for a brief moment.
"I am," she confirmed even while slipping off her cape, a sign she wasn't planning to go anywhere too soon. Slowly pushing the drawer he was rummaging through closed, wanting to give him enough times to remove his hands, Mabelle reached for Michel's chin trying to bring his attention back to her. "Don't worry about that right now," she suggested, fingers lightly brushing at his throat.