[Estinien outright ignores the gesture, and leaves his shorts as they are. He's too used to the exposure they give, and he's lost any and all modesty this place has been intent to rob him of. Not that he's ever been a modest man to begin with, but that's besides the point.

The question is far more interesting, it's much better than the contained laughter, or Aymeric's poor attempt to pretend he wasn't about the join the miqo'te in a chuckle, though he's hard pressed to see what could be so funny.

There's a notable pause, before his frown turns into more of a scowl.]

Nay. Despite mine efforts, I cannot recall their name—let alone aught else about them.

[He lets out an annoyed snort.]

Why do you ask? Have you the answer to this select amnesia?