[For a moment, he's quiet, truly digesting the words. Admissions of emotion of this kind is difficult, he knows that, and it's hard to battle -- and it is enough that he leans in excitedly, pressing a giddy kiss to Aymeric's lips. It's fervent at first, at least until he remembers just how much his lips might ache, then it is much softer.]

I am certain that surely I must indeed falter, at times. For all peoples are flawed. Though I must confess, asking for that manner of aid is not something I am... accustomed to.

[Out of habit, no doubt. So rare did he ever ask anything of his father, and most other things he worked to build with his own hands. To be presented with the opportunity is foregin.

Oh, but most importantly -- devotion. How much that makes him happy. That's enough for him!]

I will try, if I have need.