[And yet he feels like very little was actually sorted for how tiring of a conversation that even was. So Estinien liked both? Neither? He supposes that if he was ever faced with fuck or death that Estinien would come to his rescue.]

[More than that though...]

My apologies, Estinien. I have one more concern before we finish this line of thought. It is perhaps the most integral part. You say you would suffer this sort of thing for me, yet love-making requires... Your spear in its upright form.

[his cheeks burn with the stupidest thing he's said all day. It's not as if he regularly referenced his friends' dicks though.]

Are you... able-bodied... in that sense? If you want me to count on you, I mean.