"Egging him on?" Aymeric covers his face with one hand, groaning loudly. "Oh, that was bad, even for you!"
Leave to the bard to inject a bit of clever wordplay into the conversation, even if it's only in the form of a bad pun.
Once Ariane settles against him, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. His tail curls around their entwined forms, almost in the manner of a cat readying itself for sleep. His chest vibrates with a low purr as her hand rubs soothing circles against his belly once more. He blinks slowly, the nictitating membranes fluttering against his eyes, a sure sign that he's relaxing beneath her touch.
"Knowing Estinien, he'd be so mortified at the thought of carrying eggs that he'd probably disappear into the wilderness rather than endure us fussing over him." Laughter rumbles deep within his chest. "His pride has ever been his weakness, you know?"
Though, it would be interesting, to say the least, to witness the former Azure Dragoon with his belly as round and pale as the moon, languishing in his nest beneath the strain of carrying so many eggs. Aymeric really shouldn't be lingering on this thought for as long as he has, but now that Ariane has put it there... well.
His eyes slip closed as he presses his forehead against hers. "Maybe it's for the best that only one of us is carrying eggs, at the moment. If we were both brooding at the same time, I imagine it would be difficult for you to rub both our bellies."
Yes, Ariane, keep doing that. He likes it. He likes it very much.
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Leave to the bard to inject a bit of clever wordplay into the conversation, even if it's only in the form of a bad pun.
Once Ariane settles against him, he wraps his arms around her, pulling her close. His tail curls around their entwined forms, almost in the manner of a cat readying itself for sleep. His chest vibrates with a low purr as her hand rubs soothing circles against his belly once more. He blinks slowly, the nictitating membranes fluttering against his eyes, a sure sign that he's relaxing beneath her touch.
"Knowing Estinien, he'd be so mortified at the thought of carrying eggs that he'd probably disappear into the wilderness rather than endure us fussing over him." Laughter rumbles deep within his chest. "His pride has ever been his weakness, you know?"
Though, it would be interesting, to say the least, to witness the former Azure Dragoon with his belly as round and pale as the moon, languishing in his nest beneath the strain of carrying so many eggs. Aymeric really shouldn't be lingering on this thought for as long as he has, but now that Ariane has put it there... well.
His eyes slip closed as he presses his forehead against hers. "Maybe it's for the best that only one of us is carrying eggs, at the moment. If we were both brooding at the same time, I imagine it would be difficult for you to rub both our bellies."
Yes, Ariane, keep doing that. He likes it. He likes it very much.