[that booty slap elicits an appropriately embarrassed and surprised squeak from francel, who looks around in confusion as if somehow not understanding that aymeric is the only one in the room who could have possibly slapped his ass. he pouts when he finally makes the connection.]

I lived on my own in Skyfire Locks for some time, remember? Of course I can cook... though, not to any respectable degree. I can... bake. Certainly nothing so fine as Master Urrix's fare. But now that you've got me thinking on it, I want to eat something you've made.

[francel digs up a change of folded clothes from out of the dresser, but doesn't put it on. he huffs, in a cutesy, playful way.]

...Before that, though, I'd like a bath! You did not give me a chance to properly wash myself last night!