[francel's cheeks are warm and flushed when they press against aymeric's; he smiles brightly up at his lordly love, leaning his weight heavily into the lord commander's chest.]

Oh, of course! I picked some things up from Hairrant's, and I finished the book you gave me, and I was just in the midst of writing a new piece for you to listen to.

[francel takes up a lock of aymeric's hair and curls it around his slender finger.] What of you, my love? I suppose the business of writing new laws is never easy.