Busy with what? Our quarters offer little space to engage in a hobby, and the village is naught but- but this.

[Aymeric follows Estinien's gaze, unable to take his eyes off for a moment in astonishment.]

I'm not sure I'll ever grow used to this. I've never seen such acts-

[He tears his eyes away, feeling a mixture of disgust and... a hint of arousal, to his own shame. He tells himself that it's just been too long. He can't be blamed.]

Perhaps once or twice in the barracks, but it was under the cover of night. I couldn't see anything so much as hear it.