"I didn't even assume you were staying at his home. It's funny how quickly people are to take you in and yet seem to want out just as fast," he sighed, rolling his eyes at her. Granted, Dorian was just giving her something to do in the evenins. But still. He liked to think he was making a point. She didn't need to say anything more than he was her first painting instructor for him to infer more about it, but oddly enough he didn't find himself bothered by the little details so much when she was no longer near his uncle. He only hoped that Dorian had at least been paid appropriately for having to teach someone like her. "You hardly seem attached to living to me." And that's all Michel would comment regarding her reaction to the situation.
Stepping behind her, Michel decided to look over the painting in front of them as well. He was never good at being shoved aside. "I wasn't even serious about this, he's just the sort of person who jumps to conclusions before I can finish a sentence," he admitted, crossing his arms. That much was true considering he had been pulled over and pushed into the current matter just at an off-hand comment. Maybe Dorian was too nice to say no to? No, no, it certainly wasn't that. He had hurt the feelings of much nicer people in the past.
"Besides, if I really wanted to learn I'd look for a much better teacher than you would be."