This is certainly disturbing. Seeing the chair at the other end of his huge dining table not empty is disturbing. The girl, his only maid, looks just as uncomfortable as him. Hair tied in a tight bun, apron impeccable as he demands, trembling hands that grab the wine glass with hesitation. He could look at her for hours and always find a detail in her. Thanks to that, his books are successful, the details. And thanks to furious blizzard hitting the entire mountain, they're trapped in his mansion for days. He doesn't like her company or people's at all. This is a nuisance. Marcel is undoubtedly a lonely man and he likes it that way. All of his most successful novels have been written in this desolate, dark mansion. "Eat up. I can't wait for you all night." His voice is flat and sharp as always. He needs to dismiss her as soon as possible. Hates having another person around, especially now that he has such a inspiration.