At first, he assumes that Geralt is turning him down, which he couldn't even be upset about. He knows that if someone had suddenly exposed this to him, he would have felt fairly put upon. It turns out, though, that Geralt's sentiment is more perplexing.

In exchange for being owed nothing, he would do what Estinien asked.

He wonders what life this man must have lived to feel that so important. In general, Estinien would feel inclined to do right by those that have done right by him - more out of courtesy than anything else. He certainly wouldn't care either way if the other person thought they owed him. Then again, he's not been in that situation many times. Maybe it gets annoying.

It's satisfying enough, though, that when Geralt makes his dry comment, Estinien leans his head back against the wall and allows himself a laugh that is both spontaneous and genuine. Something about the concept about it, about anyone planning a funeral in this situation... it seems darkly funny to a degree that is probably excessive.

Maybe it means that hearing Geralt say that really does make him feel better.

"Twould be hard to pay you back given the circumstances... so that should be a relief."

As he leans back, his gaze wanders to the sky - a sky he wishes he could still reach. Would he ever make it there again? He wonders. He falls silent again for a while after, enjoying the faint release of tension.

"I am Estinien Wyrmblood," he says, for once having the presence of mind to introduce himself. "If I have heard your name, I cannot remember it."