And it was back to quiet. At least for a few moments. He assumed that whoever was there had left until the familiar sound of the door opening. Though he could've swore he locked it, he figured that could've just been his imagination. It wasn't as if he had wanted to do much thinking. He turned his head, though he couldn't really get a good view of who was there from the angle. It was her voice that he recognized immediately.
"No. What part of stay away don't you understand?" Angry at the fact she had bothered to show up again so soon, if at all, but not necessarily wanting to get up to do something about it at that moment, Michel just leaned forward. "If I tell you not to jump out of a window, will you do it?" He buried his face in his hands, rubbing his cheeks to wake himself up and bring some color back to his cheeks so he looked a little less... well, pathetic. He was someone who did usually care about how things looked, which was sometimes rare for a bachelor of his age. His usually spotless apartment still had a bit of blood here and there. The drawers and cabinets had been closed, but his bed was a mess and his jacket and shoes were still left messily tossed on the floor. Not to mention his own appearance was much more disheveled than usual. As it was understandably so, he hadn't really cared. And it wasn't like he had planned on seeing anyone or going anywhere for the day.
"If you've come back for your cape, it's there on the floor. Just take it and go."