Aymeric huffs an amused laugh in turn, though he can't deny his own patience has worn desperately thin at this point. He spares half a moment to give the other man an amused look as he so efficiently strips himself of his armour - an amusement that turns very quickly to appreciation at the revealed skin beneath.

He snaps out of it quickly enough in time to divest himself of his own layers - made easier by Estinien's diligent help with every buckle and strap he could get his hands on - and it's mere moments before he, too, is shirtless and removing his boots, his movements only hastened by Estinien's words.

"Oh, I shall." He agrees as he pulls his second boot off, and moves in almost as soon as the words are out to drag Estinien into another kiss - they've shed enough layers now that he thinks they've earned a break, a chance to get the closer contact they've yearned for with a much smaller barrier. He's quick to wrap arms around Estinien, trailing fingers up the bared skin of his back. It's a light caress, almost loving, tender... or it would be if it wasn't accompanied by a much filthier roll of his hips against Estinien's, a demonstration of his wanting.