[francel blinks at the coat aymeric is offering him, taking it with a tentative hand — it is finely made and very handsome, to be sure, and judging from the half-smile that francel is trying to suppress, he likes it very much. still, he never wears the clothes he dreams about wearing!]

Why, it... it is perfect, Ser Aymeric, but... but I think it would suit yourself or — or a man more like the late Ser Adelphel than I! I... I fear I lack the charm and dignity for such a coat.