"If you get paid in full." Michel just rolled his eyes. As a person who was used to working in the field of arts in general, he knew how unreliable payment could be. He wouldn't admit to it, but the guillotine had caused him to lose a great deal of his most steady customer base. Between the rich and the church, musicians weren't exactly wealthy. Trading work and favors seemed to be the only real way to actually get by. Even if she was offering to pay him back for the dress, he still just shook his head. "Don't worry about it." He preferred to leave her with enough money to buy food, too. Buying a dress for someone who was just going to starve to death anyway would've been as much of a waste.
Soon enough they had reached the front door to where he lived. The door on the bottom floor was never kept locked as it broke into the apartments from there. His own door was always carefully locked though. He wasn't quite sure why he kept up the habit of locking his door before he left. He knew very well by that point in the revolution that if someone really wanted to get in they certain would get in regardless. Still, it never hurt to be on the safe side. He actually did have a few things worth stealing, and locking the door at least kept out the more common beggars and thieves.
He let go of her to walk up the stairs, instead fishing for the key in his pocket as he went up. After so much to drink it really seemed like too many stairs. Especially in the dark, as he assumed everyone else was either not home or had already gone to bed. His own room was no better. When he unlocked it and opened the door it was dark and a bit too cold. It wasn't cold as it was outside, but without a fire going for so long it wasn't exactly toasty.
Michel didn't wait for her to go in first. Right away he stumbled in, looking for a lantern or a candle to light, trying not to bump into anything as he did. "What piece was I supposed to be finding for you again?"