[ Nero feels a wave of exhaustion crash against his chest. He can tell that it's an honest question which makes him even more tired. The man had to have it be explained that everything he was saying came off as a death threat, and the issue the elf had was that Estinien wasn't owning up to it.

Even explaining it to his cousin, it didn't change anything and he wasn't even given an apology. Sure, Estinien may not like him and he accepts he himself is a shitty person, but he expects the barest minimum of manners. Hell, he even said sorry first.

He sighs, long and agonizing. The exhaustion weighs down heavily on his shoulders. ]

Because you don't seem like a person that would.

[ The elf pushes himself up to stand up from the stool. Another sigh comes out and it eases his exhaustion some.. He lightly pats the man's shoulder. ] You really gotta figure out how to talk to people better, cousin.

[ Nero gives him a pitying look. Emrys appears with a bowl of what appears to be borscht. The elf leans forward over the counter to ask for a drink, but the bowl is put down in front of Estinien instead and Nero is waved off. ]

Fine, fine. I get it. [ He's still tired and turns to leave. ] When you're able to ask me for a favor, I'll give my answer, then. [ It's the best answer that he can give as he saunters back to his table so that he can go back to lying half on it. ]