[Aymeric stands in close next to him to look at the picture. He laughs at Francel's little save]

Don't worry, my ego isn't so fragile as to begrudge good Ser Vairevaux his good looks, nor your adoration of him. After all, Ser Vairevaux cannot do this-

[He firmly grabs one of Francel's buttocks, his hand moving between his legs from behind.]

Have you imagined yourself as the squire... late at night?