Aymeric leans into the touch almost unconsciously, he doesn't even entirely register it until suddenly it's gone and he feels the loss more keenly than he probably should. He isn't sure what to do with that feeling, so he carefully ignores it.

He smiles slightly, tilting his head to acknowledge the statement.

"Aye, that's true enough." He agrees, amused and vaguely fond.

"Well, there's little that can be done by anyone to help with this," he waves a hand at the paperwork he'd been so recently hunched over "but the tea, and the company, have restored my spirits considerably, so perhaps that's help enough."

He has taken the words to heart, though, and he will consider ways to prevent quite so much of this sort of thing from crossing his desk.

"I don't have much more to do, at least."