He nodded in response to Mitch's question about whether owning the gold cloaks had gone well. It had gone well for him at least. Not so much Ned Stark.

But, it felt damn good to have Mitch's confidence. And what that meant in regards to the other two ambassadors, well, Petyr didn't know and it would probably be in poor taste to ask. As curious as he was to have Mitch's opinions on them, that would have to come after they had the grounds of a friendship beneath their feet because for now, he wouldn't be able to trust Mitch to be anything short of diplomatic. "I am grateful, truly, for the faith you have imparted in my ideas. Unfortunately, until the time comes when a position opens up, that is all they will be. Ideas. Ambassador Revan seems to operate under his own set of ideals. Ideals that involve publicly embarrassing the president." Well, simply because Hundred had to be diplomatic, did not mean Petyr had to be.

"I find it odd. Ambassador Revan was not in attendance at your panel. I saw Ambassador Urquhart there, and you would think the man who represents Maurtia Falls would also be around to support your message." His hands clasped at his torso. Okay. Maybe just a little bit of subtle questioning and shit stirring would be fine here. "Is he truly as divided from you two as he comes across?"