Hun. There's something just a little odd at what the blond is saying, and Esteban watches him from the corner of his eyes trying to decide whether he should poke at that. He can't help but tease a bit though.

"What-- 're you sayin' y' tend to be hot-headed?" He asks. His grin is wide enough to warrant a bit of roughhousing, eyes narrowed with bright blue mischief.

... To say nothing of glass houses, but regardless.

"Y'said that blitzball was a team sport right?" He moves them right along, grinning as he darts and weaves around, simply happy to spend time nudging a bit more knowledge from his friend. He likes learning anything and everything from them, and the companionship just cheers him up. "Were you close with y'r teammates?"