[It's not that he's not accustomed to Haurchefant's flippant, forward demeanor, it's just — tis something of a different beast when it's delivered in a position like this, sprawled atop him with arms curled snug around his body. If I took all of you, he says, and Aymeric knows it's a joke, just a play on words to follow what he'd said before it, only there's a twinge of something that doesn't...feel as though he was joking.

Wouldn't it be something, if he weren't joking.]

...Aye. And you would do well with a look-over, yourself. Thinking to take a blow like that with your shield alone. Are you daft?

[He shakes his head, easing himself up and off Haurchefant when he starts to move, letting them both find their way into a sitting position.]

Back to my office, I think. We'll not be bothered there.