[For a moment, Haurchefant almost feels guilty, but only almost. Seeing Aymeric squirm with his cheeks so flushed, the hunger in his voice -- it's such a treat that he can't help but feel it's more a boon than a bane.]

I should like to see the paperwork for that, my dear.

[He chuckles, utterly delighted, but he does at last take a mercy upon him even if it does not seem like it at first. Briefly he releases Aymeric, if only so he can bring up his palm to give it a firm lick in order to slicken it before he's reaching back down. This time, Haurchefant tightens his grip on Aymeric's cock, more a proper hold as he starts to stroke him like he actually means it now.]

But for now, perhaps I shall make it up to you? I will seek your forgiveness most fervently.