I've done worse on a barracks bunk bed. This will be fine.

[He glances at the titles, but the don't ring a bell, really. He picks a book off the arm of the lounge to reshelve it, then catches the title. The Knight's Squire. He had only heard passages read aloud in the barracks when one knight would find it in another's belongings. It wasn't a bad novel, but certainly the passage about the analingus was shocking to men just barely out of their teens. ]

Francel, your proclivity for men is no secret to me. Is this what you were worried about?