If there was anything that bothered him more than someone actually not doing what he told them to do, it was a quiet surrender afterward. He would always stand by the idea that he was right, but he just didn't like it. After coming back up the stairs and dropping the bag by his desk he turned and looked at her, waiting for her to say something else. When nothing came his hands dropped to his sides in further frustration.
"Would you stop that!" Michel huffed, as if she was doing anything at all by sitting there quietly. He walked over to her to grab her arms and pull her back up. "Don't just sit there!" Which was, essentially, exactly what he told her to do in the first place. As usual, he decided to ignore his own contradictory attitude and searched for an excuse behind it. "Come eat dinner then! If you're going to cook something then you shouldn't let anything go to further waste."