[She softens and calms herself—she remembers Ishgard's strange relationship with sexuality. For all of Aymeric's extremely liberal views about not being an isolationist nation, he is still a son of that land.]

[Yenh works her way down toward the bend of his knee.]

Aye, I suppose it is. And truly, I know I may yet meet my match in this arena. I'm no blushing virgin, but it is the first time I've... competed. I only hope that, in the event of failure, I can entrust the task to worthier hands.

[That's a more appropriate Warrior of Light thing to say, she thinks.]