That warning bark was enough to make Aimery hold up his hands and take another step back, his calves bumping into the bed and stopping further retreat. He stared back at Jack, confusion turning to deep concern mixed with fear. Was it him? Had he done something? His first thought was his castration- had he been so fixated on is mouth and hand that he hadn't realized where his other hand had gone- No. No one had had a problem with that so far, and surely if it was that, there would've been more anger than hurt on Jack's face.

Aimery grabbed the edges of his shirt and covered his chest back up in case that was the problem, folding his arms in front of himself almost protectively. Not that Jack could hurt him even if he wanted to. That realization helped, wiping away most of his fear (Aimery could walk away at any time, Jack had no power over and couldn't touch him unless he allowed it) and giving him the courage to ask, albeit hesitantly, "Are you? Did... did I do something wrong?"