[Tsk. Austria makes the sound idly, it has an air of why are you weeping about it but it's more affectionate than anything else, coming with a brush from his fingers to get France's hair out of his eyes.]

Plenty of storage, yes. And... I'd love a music room, certainly. I'd hope to find reputable piano movers here... my god having a garden with you. I'm better with flowers than I am with food, but just thinking of you being able to work with the freshest things... [He leans his head forward to touch their foreheads to each other. With the decrease in eye contact due to the positioning, it's easier to get the following out.]

It's also... oh this feels very superficial. Given the fantasies we dabble in, it's just... trickier to fully immerse oneself in the grandiosity of such a status difference when in a building like this. It isn't just me wanting to feel more regal or feel more tended to -- I mean partly -- but I haven't felt like I could give you enough of what's in my own mind during all this. We settled into this because of what we crave, and... well you like being kept, do you not? I want to do exactly that, keep you, not... I don't know what I'm saying. An extra room designed specifically for keeping would be better than making do with the slight differences in... in thin-walled living rooms. Stairs. Stairs, don't you think they would feel more immersive even from the simple act of descending to meet you?

[A small hum, shaking his head a little bit, as much as the forehead touch would allow. Just a little rocking.

I could never prioritize such a thing if I had more pertinent expenses. But... [His voice lowers and becomes warmer, and his hand moves to rest on France's thigh, moving down it ever so slowly to pet. And the eye contact is back.] I don't.

Perhaps it's materialistic to want to devote so much of the home to outlandish fantasy. But I'm not much of a traveler.