And his attention was caught. Of course, Michel was confused at first. Why mention about the cold and then take off a cape? However, finally, when she walked over, shut the drawer, and then started reaching for his chin, things snapped together quickly enough. He never felt uncomfortable about being touched, and he would've almost enjoyed it at that moment had it not been for the doubt in what she was doing. Given their conversations before, he wasn't sure if she was serious or if she was just trying to get under his skin again. Either way, he was willing to find out.
He was never the type to think much about what he was doing until after he had done it. However, there were enough conflicting signals in his mind for him to avoid making any rash decisions too soon. He blamed any amorous ideas on the alcohol as well, knowing there was no reason he should or could be attracted to her otherwise. Despite his obvious desire to keep her around him, he was still in a bit of denial. It was always better to make up convoluted reasons for why he was just giving her a hard time. That was all. Still, almost curiously, he pushed a curl back from her face and looked down at her lips.
"No, we should hurry and find it. You'll never get back home tonight at the rate we're going," he warned. Though keeping the subject on the task at hand and the time of night, he was aware of the subtext in the phrase. She was welcome to take it however she pleased.