Estinien watched as Aymeric took a seat to remove his armor, before working on his own a few seconds later. He gave a slight nod, agreeing to what Aymeric said--it'd be a lie to deny his scorning of socializing, and he cared not to pretend otherwise.

"I fear naught from sharing a bed." He replied quickly enough as his arm guards and boots met with the floor. Soon his haubergeon was on its way to being removed as well.

"I do suppose you are right--there is ample enough room for the two of us." But he had never shared such a vacinity with anyone, and so the thought seemed strange, but the haze of booze did well to push what apprehension he had away.