Her taking a bite of the soup wasn't necessarily reassuring. It smelled good enough and he had no reason to really think she had poisoned it. Especially if she was genuinely trying to make sure that he was alright. However, there wasn't a reason for him to think that she hadn't either. Not after what had happened. He again just shook his head, not at all caring for her attempt to make him think that it was safe. In his stubbornness he convinced himself that he'd rather have sleep than food at that moment anyway.
Michel just sighed, completely unimpressed by her statement. "What exactly is fine to you? Because if it's half-blind and sleepless, I've never been better!" Even though he wasn't yelling at her to leave, he was not going to be easy on her. In the past she had a tendency to leave when he drove her to a certain point, so that was his ultimate goal. Also, ranting at her always did make him feel a little better. Even in this extreme case where he was extremely uncomfortable with everything, making his lack of amusement clear felt good. "I certainly don't need you to make me more fine than you already have."