[Aymeric is almost surprised that she points him out. He had feared that she might view this as retribution of some sort for the boot licking from weeks ago. That's hardly on his mind at this point.

Between his big wooly sheep butt and his silly curvy horns, Aymeric has enough to worry about. His thong, which no longer fits around his hips, is nowhere to be seen. Aymeric's cape is pinned and folded up around his hips into a loin cloth styled skirt... He looks kind of like a satyr, save for the short curling tail.]

[He awkwardly moves into a one kneed kneel. It is more than obvious that he should try not to piss her off like this.]

Mistress, I did not do this, I swear on it. Pray consider: Don't you think that it would be far more suspicious if I had avoided the malady?