"Ah, I had passed over the dates. My mistake," Aymeric pauses on the image for a moment. He stares into it, then looks up at Ford. "Still, to boil romance down to these points..." He tsks a couple times. The boring stuff was what got him riled! Come on, now! For all his criticisms, it hasn't stopped him from looking at it.

He catches himself staring overlong at a birdwoman titty, and closes the zine. He looks to the side as something dawns on him. He slowly turns his head to look directly at Ford.

"Is this a fictional account?" he asks in a way that suggests that he's already convinced that it is not.