[He would have thought he'd already blushed enough for a lifetime, and yet when Haurchefant winks saucily at him, Aymeric can't help but redden as a faint noise escapes him despite himself. But soon enough his fluster passes, and he settles slowly as Haurchefant shifts to take him in his arms, enveloping and soothing even as the spend still sticking to his belly begins to cool.]

What else do you dream of, my dearest...?

[It doesn't sound like an invitation for innuendo, but all things are presumably open to interpretation.]

Mine own are consumed with...always, ever the same. The end of the war. The future of Ishgard. Bringing the truth to light, now.

[He sighs, faint and slow.]

Would that I might dream of anything else, even for just a little while.