Michel wasn't the only one confused, uncertain of what she was wanting from him or what he was wanting from her, but knowing the sooner he left the better so she could go back to only regarding him as a fond memory. She didn't like the complicated feelings he stirred inside her without even caring to, the vulnerability of how obvious it must be, and the complete lack of hope that things would ever be any different on his side. It wasn't difficult to accept his demonstrated dislike of her, believing any efforts to change his mind would be wasted, but unfortunately it led to her being attracted to him in the first place. Even Mabelle possessed enough sense to know that wasn't worth pursuing, so her awkward flirting attempts might not have seemed the most logical approach if there was any danger to Michel responding positively to it.
"No, I didn't think you enjoyed it as much as I did," she expressed her complete lack of surprise with a shake of her head. "And I definitely enjoyed every moment of it. You touched me like no man ever had before," she confessed, purposefully leaving the phrasing suggestive, "and then kicked me out right as it was getting good. You really have a way of leaving a girl unsatisfied, Michel." Maybe there was a risk to revealing how she felt to the enemy, but she thought the truth might actually work to her advantage in this situation. She'd seen the end results of unwanted sexual advances plenty of times to know it almost always drove the uninterested party away. Perhaps she wasn't coming on strong enough for it to work.
"But it provides the most amazing fantasies," the whisper of her voice dropped lower in volume, bringing herself close enough now to gently press the full length of her body against his side, far less concerned about onlookers. "I can close my eyes and picture how it would have ended if you were actually able to carry through." The lick of her bottom lip was more subconscious than planned. "If only you had given me the chance, maybe you could have enjoyed it too."