Is that so? Last night we were innocent lovers married... Today would you be my attending squire?

[He gropes Francel through his pants, using his other hand to pull Francel's jaw up to kiss and nip hungrily at the soft flesh. Aymeric found that he was learning a lot of new things about himself with Francel as a bed fellow.]

Shall I make you polish my sword, remove the plate mail from my shoulders, and rub salve into my wounds after a hot bath?