[It is by the narrowest margin that Emmanellain does not approach. While Francel flails, Aymeric turns his head to meet the gaze with a peculiar smile. Emmanellain shrinks back immediately, but stares after the two. This would not be the last they would see if him. He settles for waving to Francel and a tasteless wolf whistle. ]
Quite a day already, isn't it, Lord Francel?
[Though they were through Emmanellain's gauntlet, there were clusters of slack jawed ladies and a few unemployed lords loitering about.]
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Quite a day already, isn't it, Lord Francel?
[Though they were through Emmanellain's gauntlet, there were clusters of slack jawed ladies and a few unemployed lords loitering about.]
Are you uncomfortable in the center of attention?