"No questions this time..." Estinien wonders before taking the offered hand, the thought not quite a question, itself. It follows, if Aymeric has not won, then neither has Estinien, and they'll both leave empty handed. Except, it doesn't feel empty. Seeing the full extent of Aymeric's fighting talent on display, watching his skill with the blade flourish -- Estinien cannot deny that it feels like a taste of finer things to come.
He hefts himself up to his feet easily with Aymeric's help, and leans forward just as soon as he's standing, right into Aymeric's space.
"Two days," he says, low and matter-of-fact, and his stormy gaze flashes with an almost predatory hunger, "Best win this next one, Ser Aymeric. Otherwise, I plan to make each question I get excruciating for you to answer."
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Date: 2024-04-23 01:05 am (UTC)He hefts himself up to his feet easily with Aymeric's help, and leans forward just as soon as he's standing, right into Aymeric's space.
"Two days," he says, low and matter-of-fact, and his stormy gaze flashes with an almost predatory hunger, "Best win this next one, Ser Aymeric. Otherwise, I plan to make each question I get excruciating for you to answer."