[inwardly relieved that aymeric, too, likes sweeter drinks, francel sips happily at his new cocktail with no further complaints about the liquor burning his chest.
he does, however, stiffen somewhat at aymeric's touch to his lower back. not because the touch is unwanted, no — but merely because he wonders if this isn't a little too intimate for public display.]
A-Ah... Aymeric? Is that not rather... bold?
[the women across the room have lapsed into a stunned silence as they follow the line of aymeric's arm to francel's back; they conceal their open mouths behind lace fans and arched brows.]
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he does, however, stiffen somewhat at aymeric's touch to his lower back. not because the touch is unwanted, no — but merely because he wonders if this isn't a little too intimate for public display.]
A-Ah... Aymeric? Is that not rather... bold?
[the women across the room have lapsed into a stunned silence as they follow the line of aymeric's arm to francel's back; they conceal their open mouths behind lace fans and arched brows.]