Gaius turns his pale eyes up to the Azure Dragoon, covered in armor and taller than Gaius is by at least a few inches. So he puts his papers aside, and looks up at him, stoic as ever.

"Do you need something?" he asks, deceptively mild. Internally, he wonders if some thing has spoiled their unspoken truce, or Estinien has some new cause for upset. Gaius can't bring himself to bemoan his state as a semi-pariah; both a failed would-be conqueror and a Garlean defector doesn't win him much favor - even the Scions barely tolerate him.

Something must be up. He just hopes whatever it is, he can solve it quickly.