"I'm finding it hard to picture than, if I am to be honest..." Michel looked at Zevran from where he sat, and as small and shapely as he was for a man...he was finding it very difficult for Zevran to pass as a woman. As a lover the Chevaier was very aware of his masculinity, though his companion seemed to carefully navigate it, it was a given that need not be spoken of. Zevran was beautiful, but it was a man's beauty.

"Hm...I prefer you just like this to be honest," his blond hair was beautiful, though Michel could not see him any other way than what he was, "but I suspect that those were intriguing times for you."