[Aymeric seems entirely unaware that Haurchefand and Francel might have overheard them. And it clearly concerns him very little if they had. He paces as he eats the dirty cookies, cleaning the grit with a fingernail.]
Few things soothe the soul like a lover's kiss, Estinien. Perhaps you could soothe me? [A catlike grin. Is he joking? He places a hand on Estinien's chest.]
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Few things soothe the soul like a lover's kiss, Estinien. Perhaps you could soothe me? [A catlike grin. Is he joking? He places a hand on Estinien's chest.]