"If whatever you have is for me, then just leave it on the floor by the table." He sat back down at this desk, not even looking over at her. He figured she'd leave on her own after that.
Michel's home was... quaint was definitely the word for it. He kept it clean and it was a nice open space, but it was still in an attic. The ceilings were low enough in many of the areas for him to occasionally bump his head in the morning or late evenings. Still, he preferred having the space, and it certainly suited him more than having a larger apartment of any kind if only for the fact that he managed to have more floor space for the rent price. It also stayed considerably more warm in the winter than normal rooms.
Though decoration was minimal, it was cohesively done. It was just minimal rather than too extremely ornate. He left eye-catching up to the interesting items he had around the room. A few unimportant paintings of various origin stacked against wall, a few old instruments random from worth something to why-have-you-not-thrown-that-out-yet, and so on. Most of it was either kept from his former apprenticeship of quietly commandeered from a noble's house. He liked collecting to an extent.
As odd as it may have seemed, he liked it much better than having to rely on anyone else for housing. He couldn't remember a time that living with someone seemed like a good idea.