The half-elf nods along as Rezo mentions the usefulness of stories, because he knows a fair few things about getting distracted by them himself. A snicker escapes him, far too aware of his own tendencies surrounding the tales and myths and legends that surround him, that surround others, that speaks of their world and how they see it.

That and... myths and stories have a way to bring people together. Tall tales and small morals and poems that patter along with their unique pace. Esteban could never get enough of any of these.

The bench is found, and his feet skitter to a stop, no longer scratching at the stone as they move. Rezo's rush of compliments over Lioriley has Esteban blink lightly, his head shifting to the side. There's a notion, an interest that Rezo has never spoken of another-- not even his own gods-- with compliments attached to the person, and it makes him grin a bit, noting that the two of them seem to have a good relationship.

Is-- is Rezo blushing?

And the change of subject? Hmm. Maybe more than just a good relationship then. Esteban is not particularly observant per say, but people say a lot between their words, and that, he is a little familiar with. He'd like to prod, but it's none of his business, and as nosey as Esteban is, he's not close enough to Rezo to stick his nose into this matter per say. He'll just cheer them both on from the sidelines.

He makes a note to prod at Glimmer later though. Just a light nudge.

"Candy?" he asks lightly, tone rising. "Not really?" There's a snap and shuffle of wings as he does end up sitting down on the bench himself, tail skittering across the stone as he curls it to the side to sit more comfortably.

"Candy aren't my thing. I like spicy stuff, an' the occasional cookie, but hard candies aren't." They're just. Sweet. Which Esteban is fine with, he's just not a big fan either.

"How 'bout you?" Because of course he would ask in return.