[francel joins aymeric on the bed, leaning over to rub aymeric's shoulders for him; lord byron prowls around their feet.]

Well, what are you in the mood for, my love?

[he rolls his thumbs particularly hard against aymeric's back as he leans in and gives the man a little nip at the earlobe.]

I'll have you know that we shall have to dismiss Lord Byron from the room if you would like to see the garments...