[Estinien watched as he left the room, but beyond that small break, he did as Aymeric instructed. Kicking off his boots, and removing his pants so that he was left in naught more than his small clothes. Though the thin white fabric did precious little to hide him, what with being soaked as well.

With Aymeric's return, Estinien stood from his seat—after all, sitting hardly aided in putting on leggings.]

Aye.

[Was his curt reply, before he took the clothes from Aymeric, placing them on the arm of the chair as he peeled his sopping wet underclothes off, letting his dick flop free from its otherwise tight confinement. A ruddy hue blushed at its surface from the chilling temperature, which being left in those half-frozen pair of underwear hardly helped at all.]

You said you were revisiting books of your youth. Did you find this evening one for reminiscing days long since past, or was there some other impetus?

[he asked as he began to work the leggings up over his legs, sparing Aymeric a curious look.]