The edge of Michel's lips quirked upwards as the German ate slow and exaggerated bites and shot annoyed glances at him. Why was he so offended that Michel did not speak? The man had sighed when Michel asked to sit, and Michel thought that he might enjoy a bit of companionable silence after days of people clamoring for the attention of the SS with complaints of rations and informants with little to no actual information.
If the man wanted to speak, he would have to speak.