[She opens her mouth in surprise, and fights back a laugh that would be both genuinely amused and also horrifically anxious. Not that it stops her from rambling.]

So quick to jump to conclusions. [It's funny because he's a dragoon.] I'm not trying to bed you, Estinien. Least of all with that attitude. If naught else, you go in the tent alone and tend to your own ails! 'Tis warm in there, and there's stiff drink.