[It's not as if Estinien needs the drachen mail helmet to conceal his expression, he's always been pretty apt at keeping his expression under control—it's part of being the azure dragoon after all, keeping emotions in check so that Nidhogg couldn't wyrm worm his way into his mind and all. However, it's surely less of a comfort that Estinien had the advantage of having half his face covered.]

Perhaps. 'Tis not as if it'd be idle propositioning. However, I do think the solution to this damned winter is absurd at best. I supposed those whom have resided here their whole lives would know best in which to resolve these matters.

[Now that the jesting has settled down into something more serious, his tone too has followed suit.]

To shed frivolity for the moment... Doubtlessly I cannot say I would be agreeable to such had you approached me, at least initially. Little did such a solution inspire me to take part in such a competition, as made cleared by my lack of participation.

[There's a pause, before he says the most Estinien thing that he could in this moment:]

Scarce do I see how laying with this woman is the only solution, when killing her ought to bring about the same result.