[it isn't as though francel's never gotten himself wasted before, but somehow, being coaxed into drinking like this makes him feel somehow small and innocent. he takes up the bottle and drinks from it, relishing his indirect kiss almost as much as the chaste, direct ones. he wants another kiss very badly, and it shows on his face, but he doesn't move as he balances the bottle in aymeric's lap again.]

Did they leave scars, the inquisitors? I... I, too, had my faith tested ere I was taken to Witchdrop, but Inquisitor Brigie was very kind. She said she would leave me no lasting marks...