Novel, sure... But I think I prefer something sweeter. [He takes Francel's drink gently from his hand and sets the two glasses on the bar with an apology. The bartender nodded and seemed to offer some polite, cheerful apology in turn, putting up two pre-made cocktails onto the bar. Aymeric turns back with the champagne flutes of lavender liquid with twists of lime peel hanging delicately from the lip.
An attendant comes by with a chime, and the people slowly start walking back to their seats. Aymeric tipped his head towards Francel with a smile. He put the glass into Francel's hand as naturally as before, wanting to free his hand to hold him again.
He glances towards the women still gossiping as he places his left hand on Francel's lower back.]
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An attendant comes by with a chime, and the people slowly start walking back to their seats. Aymeric tipped his head towards Francel with a smile. He put the glass into Francel's hand as naturally as before, wanting to free his hand to hold him again.
He glances towards the women still gossiping as he places his left hand on Francel's lower back.]