"That's certainly good news," perhaps it was better than the reason for his own visit which was not quite so light, but he could not keep going at this pace. The constant knot in his chest simply would not allow it and he was finding it hard to focus on anything else. He couldn't be entirely certain if that was disruptive or not, but he certainly could not push forward from it until it was a settled matter.

"I would like to come in, but must decline the drink, thank you," false courage was not real courage and the last thing he needed was to be stumbling out of here drunk. He did, however, enter the room taking in the surroundings. He was packing...he might have heard something about it, but it was quite soon after his illness was it not?

"I did come here for a very specific purpose...I assume you're probably aware of that by now," Michel moved to set the parcel he was carrying down, his back was facing Zevran for a moment before he finally allowed himself to turn around, "I...want to know where I stand with you."