[The nervousness certainly did not dissuade that hands approach, but he stills and hangs in the air at Estinien's backward jerk and growl. His eyes wide, eyebrows raise at the display, and he's left wondering exactly the cause. This is not the typical reaction to one invading another's space, it's not even typical of a man—no, this is something more...dravanian in nature.

Settling his hand back in his lap, as he likewise leans back in his own chair, his expression returns to that disarming and gentle smile it was a moment ago, perhaps fringing on concern.]

Estinien, you need not react so. I do not aim to harm, you realize yes? What has you so afraid of my touch, I must wonder.

[His eyes narrow, but not with malice, rather with curiosity as he looks the man over, scrutinizing his face, his posture.]

Is it intimacy you fear?