[Aymeric turns his head, utterly dumbfounded by those words. He stares wide-eyed at him for some time.]

Truly? I know that we are trading barbs, but I cannot measure if your words are in jest. I had thought that you would simply mock me and turn me away over such matters.

[He looks Estinien square in the face, trying in vain to read the emotion of that damned drachen mail helmet.]