[ She glances upwards as his head tilts back and she smiles against him. A gentle press is placed to his neck, then a nudge from her nose. There are many things she can think to do for him and with him. Yet, she wonders if such acts should be performed here or left to their adopted bedroom for the trip.

Alkaid shifts forward, raising her hips, and setting her hands on the rocks behind him. She uses the leverage to lean slightly over him--which still does not work the same due to their heights. The smile remains on her face, but slightly curled on one side. ]

I do believe, Ser Aymeric, I may have been a rather horrible influence on you. The stoic once Lord Commander being rather scandelous with his wife. [ Her tail flicks at the idea still of officially being named his wife. Then, she pressed her nose to the side of his and kisses his chin, then cheek, and forehead. ] Is there anything that Ishgard's most prestiged Lord Speaker would have me do?

[ Alkaid tilts her head and glances down at him before meeting his gaze again. She is aware he rather likes it when she is in control, and perhaps she has been rather selfish in expecting and asking him to lead the dance. As it is their honeymoon, perhaps she should let him indulge in his preferences. ]