[Though Estinien does tense his shoulders at the comment about Ambrose, he also stays where he is. Though his lip does quirk into the semblance of a silent snarl.]

Don't flatter yourself. If I wanted to see your blood spatter, I could do that with any menial weapon. You've said as much yourself.

[He leans on the counter, relaxing slightly.]

Besides, I ordered food.

[He isn't going to run out to assault Nero before having eaten.]