[That means more to him than Haurchefant honestly expected. He eyes slide closed for a moment, and he shudders at the fingers delicately tracing up his ear. He holds his breath, then turns his head slowly to press his lips against Aymeric's palm before leaning toward the contact.
Fond. As if finally, someone can afford to give him some manner of affection openly. Fury, he hasn't truly examined himself much in that regard as he just realizes now how much that means to him.]
Ha, how you've made me speechless... Then, let us not keep each other waiting.
[He keeps his voice even as he can, but he is moved in his heart.
Not that he needs more encouragement, but he does pull back just enough so he can actually properly take off his mail. There is a bit of urgency as he does, undoing straps and his belt, but he has no shame about it.
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Fond. As if finally, someone can afford to give him some manner of affection openly. Fury, he hasn't truly examined himself much in that regard as he just realizes now how much that means to him.]
Ha, how you've made me speechless... Then, let us not keep each other waiting.
[He keeps his voice even as he can, but he is moved in his heart.
Not that he needs more encouragement, but he does pull back just enough so he can actually properly take off his mail. There is a bit of urgency as he does, undoing straps and his belt, but he has no shame about it.
He truly wants to make Aymeric feel beloved.]