on happenings at amatomnes

[slayedaking]

[This face, mun.]

Don't think my brother's presence makes up for this. Bad enough that I know another touched her, now you force me to see it and participate. We shall all be fortunate if I don't run him through.

[Have a trollface from your mun.]

With my sword, idiot woman. The steel one.

This, on top of the draw you've forced upon me to everything with a hole you can stick a cock in.

[The goddess favor was your idea.]

[Withering look.] I'd rather you dropped it, with a price like that. To hell with her favors. I need none.

Comments

[slayedaking]

I only mock people who can give me sport.

[brienne]

You don't mock. You prey on the weak. I don't care if it gives you 'sport'. It is abominable.

[slayedaking]

I do not prey on the weak. I prey on the stupid enough to think they can beat me.

[brienne]

It is still abominable. You should be banished from the Kingsguard entirely.

[slayedaking]

A question, my lady: how many men have you beaten in battle or spar, in your time?

[brienne]

Many. I do not know the exact count. Why do you ask this?

[slayedaking]

And in how many of those battles did you take advantage of being underestimated? A rough estimate will suffice.

[brienne]

All of them.

[slayedaking]

And is that not simply another way of preying on stupidity?

[brienne]

I wasn't preying on them. They had a weakness and I simply used it against them to win.

[slayedaking]

We are no different in that, my lady.

[brienne]

We are different, ser. You do it for fun...I do it to survive.

[slayedaking]

I mock for fun. I prey, as you call it, to win.

[He won't insult her or himself by saying it's to survive, even though it is in certain ways. Not the way it is for her, though.]