It took him a moment to immediately know what she meant by earned. However, he remembered quickly enough about her side occupation of modeling for painters. If she was doing it nude, he did think it was a wonder that she didn't freeze. Rather than idle too much on the thought, he turned his attention back to what was written. It was an interesting find that he was grateful for, as terrible as he was at expressing any sort of gratitude. He hadn't even thought about it being the holiday season. "Well, good. We'll use this tonight." Ah, there was a song he recognized finally. He picked up the book and sat down at the other chair with it, now finally looking over the individual lines.
Michel only glanced up at her for a moment when she asked for his knives. Had it been anyone else he would've have thought much about it, but that was almost an awkward subject between them still. He had washed and kept the knife Mobius had given him. There really wasn't any sense in throwing out a perfectly good knife. He had never been that wasteful of a person and he did need one that size.
"There's a drawer inside on the upper right if you open the bottom cabinet door. All of the sharp utensils are there, so don't cut yourself," he answered as casually as possible, pointing to the right door. It she bled anywhere this time, it would be her own fault.