[francel hums appreciatively as he looks up and down at aymeric's (hastily made) rakish costume — but after a little while his smile fades and he pulls himself into character, submissively tucking his legs beneath his body as he pouts up at aymeric, looking convincingly frightened (though not too much so as to ruin the mood).
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[francel hums appreciatively as he looks up and down at aymeric's (hastily made) rakish costume — but after a little while his smile fades and he pulls himself into character, submissively tucking his legs beneath his body as he pouts up at aymeric, looking convincingly frightened (though not too much so as to ruin the mood).
his voice shakes as he asks:]
Are... are you sure they won't find us here, ser?