Estinien's hands are immediately yanked back, as if the man himself has grown white-hot. "Did you think I came here to seduce you?" he hisses, all the more angry for the fact that it's...not...quite...incorrect. The sympathy wasn't part of it, but.

"I am not some courtly noble trading false platitudes for favors, you absolute ingrate." He finds his hand halfway to his lance just at the thought of it. Damnit, he'd been trying to help.