There's a glint to his eyes as he smiles behind the rim of his teacup, opting to take a sip of the tea rather than respond at first. The cup gets set down beside him on Aymeric's desk and he folds his hands together against his thigh. "Am I invisible? Is Lucia? I'm sure even you are aware of those here that do not simply want a title and truly wish to help."

He pushes up from his lean and steps a little closer to the fire. It's abysmally cold in Ishgard and he yearns for his oasis on the beach in Shirogane as he rubs his hands together then holds them out to leech the warmth. And it is that line of thinking that gives him an idea. Sae's lips around into an o-shape and he pauses for a moment before turning to face Aymeric again.

"When was the last time you left this dreary place for something other than business?" His brows lift as he taps a finger against his chin. "My guess is never."