If Estinien concretely knew what she was thinking of he'd be horrified, but as it is, he merely raises an eyebrow in question. The word 'sweetie' does cause a chill to run down his spine - but at the same time, that is clearly not the dominion of one man.

...Still, though. He frowns slightly, not angrily, but with uncertainty. He tries to imagine who else it could be, among those he's seen here. Is it a local from the city of Nott?

"And who is this suitor of yours?" he asks. "Is he one of us? Those that were summoned by Thorne?"