It wasn't going to be the easiest conversation, Michel knew this, but he also knew it had to happen and that doing it b sending crystal would not be enough. It had to be face-to-face, where he could see, and at least try to get a good read on Zevran. So there he stood, standing at his door, an oddly intimidating sight and that stymied him, he'd never been opposed to doors prior to this.

For several moments he stood there the fingers of his right hand tapping at his side, impatiently, anxiously, well there was nothing for it. After checking his nerves he knocked on the door, quietly rebuking himself. What was it about this situation that had him off center? Every single aspect of it.