Aimery, too, had wondered why everyone was hot as fuck. Perhaps not quite in those mental words though. The way Evan approached, with his bare skin and cool confidence, had Aimery's attention before he was even addressed. He answered in an equally mock-grand tone as he took the envelope, even managing to put on a serious face to go with it, "I shall see that he receives it safely."

"Thank you on his behalf, Mr..." he glanced down at the envelope's face as he spoke, intending to get a name, but there wasn't one. Aimery held it up slightly, head tilted in inquiry, "I don't see a name on this, who shall I say it's from? Or is it inside?"