[ Michel's smile broadens and Anakin straightens in response, emboldened. In general, people tend to find his self-confidence a bit off-putting - Ewan has told him many times to tone it down, so long as you know you're the best, Anakin, it shouldn't matter what other people think and that might be true but it doesn't feel like it. Not to him. It's not like he's got many other things to brag about, is it? People can deal with it.

Besides, Michel doesn't seem to take any kind of offense. Rather, he slips quietly into Anakin's personal space, not touching as he takes the alternator from him. Anakin looks at him, following his entire movement - he's pretty tall, Michel, tall enough to maybe crowd him a little - Anakin could crowd him, too, he thinks, if he got him in the right position for it. Shit. Positions. He flushes slightly, trying to swallow down his thoughts with a long gulp of lemonade that he hardly even manages to taste. ]

Uh.

[ He swallows a couple of times to clear his throat. ]

Sure. It's the rectifier. Fried, totally - so the question is, what do I replace it with? Does it have to be the exact same vintage part or can I branch out?

[ With other vintage car owners, he wouldn't necessarily be in any doubt - one category would simply head for their own drawers and throw him a suitable replacement (or more likely, they'd replace it themselves and send him on his merry way), the other would be offended at the mere idea of ruining the vintage cohesiveness.

With Michel, though, he honestly isn't sure.

Licking his lips, he tastes lemon and sugar. ]