She was right. He let out a sigh and looked over what was on the canvas, still thinking that outlines had been a waste of their time. Painting seemed better to him when it was one of those things that you just did. And she really didn't need to talk to him like he was blind. It wasn't that bad. He looked up at her holding the skull and candle while asking him an incredibly obvious question.
Michel could accept his failures, but that didn't mean that he never looked for ways to resolve them. He was good at thinking in his feet in that way, even if that didn't necessarily always mean something good. Smiling at her, he stepped over and plucked the candlestick from her hand. He hit it carefully, but quickly, against the edge of the table to break off the bottom before sitting it back in the candlestick holder.
"It's not that much taller," he answered, stepping back over to the easel and picking up the brush again. "But I am taller than you. Wouldn't that have made a difference in perspective?" While he wasn't trying to play the blame game in what went wrong, he did have to wonder if it contributed to what happened on the canvas. He just wasn't off to a good start, but it couldn't hurt to ask.