[ His expression shifts to one of clear discontent, as he wants to sit up and speak properly with her. There is much he wishes to say, some of which has been lost to the intervening years, but he still wishes to tell her all the things he has been unable to until now.
She will not allow him to sit, and while he wishes to protest, with a reluctant sigh, he lowers himself back down until he's resting against the bed once more.
Still, he does not look away from her, even as she blushes and looks down. ]
First... [ He manages a half smile for her benefit, to illustrate that he is amused rather than put out. He hopes she recognizes this as saying she never lost the right to address him by his name. ] My name is Aymeric, not Ser.
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She will not allow him to sit, and while he wishes to protest, with a reluctant sigh, he lowers himself back down until he's resting against the bed once more.
Still, he does not look away from her, even as she blushes and looks down. ]
First... [ He manages a half smile for her benefit, to illustrate that he is amused rather than put out. He hopes she recognizes this as saying she never lost the right to address him by his name. ] My name is Aymeric, not Ser.