[For a moment, he smiles warmly as Aymeric is determined to help him, just as Haurchefant had wanted to aid in undressing the Lord Commander earlier but held back. A shame, he thinks; he will have to make up for that! For now, he welcomes the aid, and though he too is tempted to simply dump the chainmail to the floor he's more cautious than that: instead, he leaves it carefully on the chair as he removes it before untucking his tunic.]

No more secrets than you have, I am certain. But I would share myself with you in full regardless.

[And so, off with his tunic, leaving his top half bare. There are nicks and scars, as one might expect for a knight. Nothing devastating, but they each have their tale to tell, well worn just like his mail.

Once more, he kneels on the bed, cupping the side of Aymeric's face gently as he is able despite his callused hands.]

Well? Am I to your liking?