For whatever reason, Michel genuinely had thought he was making some sort of improvement. He hadn't started out well, and perhaps he hadn't progressed much, but he would swear that he had progressed some. It was certainly not a waste of paint. He'd just have to prove that one day. However, that day wasn't going to be coming any time soon. He was happy to not be wasting his time with it for the time being. He only wished that he could say that her cello lessons had been a waste, but she had taken to that well.
Disapproving of the topic, Michel frowned at her. "Alluring for you maybe." Not that he had necessarily tried to attract anyone. It had been a long time since he had bothered and it wasn't just because of the eyepatch or her. He just had more important things on his mind and he never felt that same need for companionship that others seemed to have. At best, he only wanted some occasional recognition from his uncle. Though some occasional physical attention wasn't bad, and it actually was true that they had all been men. Even if he wasn't quite sure how she had reached that conclusion. For awhile he had been clearly willing to give the other side a shot, after all.
"It doesn't really matter if it's a man or a woman. Believe it or not, getting your eye cut out is a turn off," he clarified, finding it much easier to rake the comb through her hair with the problem areas eliminated. It had been a painfully disappointing one on many levels.