[ A tilt of her head follows his stammering. He is not one she associates with the word or even the motion. Yet, such is a time where they are learning things of one another that others may not know. His ability to stammer, her inability to say things that she wishes to. It has certainly been a time of revelations.

Her eyes narrow slightly in concern that he is unable to ask whatever it is that he desires. She moves forward to lean over him, hand beside his head, and looking down at him. The shirt far too large for her hangs off her frame with little thought of the impropriety or what exactly he might see. ]

Aymeric, [ while gentle, her tone does convey a sense that he look straight to her. ] You have me barely clothed beside you in bed. Surely, whatever it is you wish to ask for cannot be nearly as scandalous as this.