[Aymeric plops himself on the bed next to Francel. He takes a swig before handing it off. He laughs aloud and leans in close]

In this situation, we've both our spears at one another's breast. So easily could we take one another down from here. Not that I would dream of placing such a wonderful bedfellow in peril.

Now, why did you drop out?

[He leans in, brushing his lips- still wet with wine- against Francel's]