I’m no lord, [ sounds remarkably like don’t be a cunt to ears finely attuned to inflection, bleak humor low on the edge of warning. He isn’t here to have sweet incense blown up his ass.
Ale he’ll take, and he does, with a followup nod of thanks. ]
Warm, [ he confirms of Essos, firmly on the side of uncomfortable,] and getting warmer. [ He doesn’t wait to watch Baelish drink first. It’s been an eventful day; if Littlefinger brought him all the way to The Iron Throne and gave him fresh clothes just to lay him out with poison, so be it. The most he’ll get for his trouble is a dose of deliberate density before Mormont angles the conversation west again. ]
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Ale he’ll take, and he does, with a followup nod of thanks. ]
Warm, [ he confirms of Essos, firmly on the side of uncomfortable,] and getting warmer. [ He doesn’t wait to watch Baelish drink first. It’s been an eventful day; if Littlefinger brought him all the way to The Iron Throne and gave him fresh clothes just to lay him out with poison, so be it. The most he’ll get for his trouble is a dose of deliberate density before Mormont angles the conversation west again. ]
How’s the weather in King’s Landing?