"Hm? That's possibly true...I've probably slept in it slightly more than I have seen Val Chevin," which is to say that Manor, at least, was closer to Val Royeaux and that he'd probably slept in it a handful of times after his appointment to the position of Champion. Then he was on guard around the clock, "...a small chateau..."

Small, but he'd not dreamed of such things living in the alienages, no one did, it was a life he wanted to see made available to everyone. Part of his reasons for supporting the Empress even though she did not take the fast track on such issues. Orlais could truly be the greatest country in the world if it did the one thing no other country dared to dream.

And yes, he would certainly change it for Zevran, he could tear down the walls of the drawing, dining, and ante rooms and reimagine it into a gallery for Zevran. He could bust apart the baths on the bottom floor and transform it into this Antivan image for Zevran's pleasure...what else was he going to do with it? It was an empty space that he'd once shared with a horse and little more. It was probably crawling with ivy by now.

"Ah? But they have such fine copper tubs in Orlais, claw footed ones...I understand some have been imbued with Dwarven mechanisms to fill and purify on their own. I have never seen it myself, personally," Michel said tilting his head casually to the side, "if you insist."