Aymeric would never admit it openly, but he just loved sugar. But sugar was expensive, and not part of his ration. Especially the sort of sugar he liked was in short supply, so he was always feeling a little frisky for it. He watches him for a moment. The man is in midlecture, and he felt bad about interrupting it entirely. But. Would he stop if not prompted? He didn't exactly want to wait around forever.

Maybe a kind gent would like to start at the beginning and give his occasional lay a treat...

"Egon!" Aymeric strutted into the tent, dressed as he usually would, but now with a small iron lantern. "You should have told me that you would have a tent."