[emmanellain grins. "are you going to wear the garters for ser aymeric?"]
Emmanellain!
[heedless of the proceedings, and of lord emmanellain's impending murder, count baurendouin strokes his moustache thoughtfully. stephanivien — wholly unaware of his own similarities to his father — strokes his chin in much the same fashion. finally, it is aurvael that clears his throat, silencing both francel's protests and emmanellain's coarse jeers.
"...so from what i understand," aurvael says, in his usual dry, unimpressed voice, "you and ser aymeric are... sharing a bed. yes?"]
no subject
[francel groans.]
I will have your guts for garters!
[emmanellain grins. "are you going to wear the garters for ser aymeric?"]
Emmanellain!
[heedless of the proceedings, and of lord emmanellain's impending murder, count baurendouin strokes his moustache thoughtfully. stephanivien — wholly unaware of his own similarities to his father — strokes his chin in much the same fashion. finally, it is aurvael that clears his throat, silencing both francel's protests and emmanellain's coarse jeers.
"...so from what i understand," aurvael says, in his usual dry, unimpressed voice, "you and ser aymeric are... sharing a bed. yes?"]