Aymeric was reduced to snickering. He buried his face in her hair.

"Aha, ah, oh, Halone preserve me," he managed to say as his laughter calmed. "Pardon me, my love. Pardon me and the influence of the drink. Gods, I've not made such a filthy remark in a long time."

He cleared his throat, readying to answer her questions proper - but then he burst into laughter and nuzzled into her hair again.