[Estinien remained still as Aymeric took hold of his gauntlet, a look of disgust—or perhaps disdain—flooded his features as Aymeric kissed the sharp knuckle and consequently nicked his own lip.

A moment later, he pulled his hand from Aymeric's grasp and took a step back. He didn't want to harm Aymeric, but he would only suffer so much of this. But blatant threats did not seem to do much, so maybe he needed a different approach.]

Might we concern ourselves with more pressing matters? Perhaps searching our surroundings for aught of import? Surely these morsels are not all this building has to offer.

[As he said such, he began to attempt to walk past Aymeric.]