Aymeric laughs heartily, the room only spinning slightly. He sits on the floor to take off his leg guards and boots, fumbling happily with the task.

"You've clearly never done this before. I shouldn't be too surprised, you usually frown at jokes and spit at small talk. It's common enough to share a bed to keep the ale flowing longer into the night! We can both take the bed, the ones in the barracks are half as small anyroad."

He threw his armor off him, momentarily seeming to forget how his habergeon came off. So he went with something easier: his arm guards. Once he was there he seemed to remember that his sleeves had to detach.

"Either way, what are you afraid of sharing the bed?" he asked, slurring his words.