[Aymeric shifts into a laying position onto his front. He flexes once more, then folds his arms to rest his head upon them. He stretched his legs and flexes his buttocks before relaxing himself.]

I always prefer to stretch out for these sorts of things. I can flip over when you feel you have finished with my back.

[Aymeric privately enjoys that this bit of role-play includes such sweet pampering. He should have gotten himself an insecure, man-loving noble years ago.]

You are a such a wonderful and loyal squire. What ever would I do without you?

[He peeks back at him with a smirk. Francel's reactions were so sweet. He thought that he should make him do this again and adorn him with squire's mail.]