[Ren can hear the sarcasm as it drips off of every syllable. He realizes that, for what little he knows, he's dumped himself in a situation that's particularly over his head. He can at least gather that he underestimated the two men's ages, and his cheeks burn in mortification over being talked to like he's a child. He makes a rather unsettled face. His pride - and feelings - are a bit jabbed-at as a result. The shoulder pat helps. A little. But not much. He's not sure if a pat to his head would have been more or less helpful than that.

[He takes a few seconds to visibly compose himself.]

I do not appreciate being mocked, Ser Estinien.

[He takes another soft breath, to further calm himself, and rubs his face with his hands.]

In hindsight, I suppose asking if you liked what you saw when I'm wearing this was... not well thought-out.

[Still, he contemplates taking his shirt off. It's not like anything untoward would show as a result. He's used to getting his way, too, so this doesn't help.

[Looking up, he notices that both Estinien's and Aymeric's mugs are empty. How long ago had that happened?]

Ah, would the both of you want more ale? I don't mind bringing back more.

[He deliberately includes Estinien, but only to be polite and not give the dragoon the victory of having gotten on his last nerve.]