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[pimping]

Bewildered, child? I would expect as much from a newcomer to the south.

[Leaning back on a plush chair, he seems more than a little bored by the query posed to him. Littlefinger always has other matters to attend to. "Small matters" as the king would call them but matters nonetheless. Knives must find their way into the right hands and blades must graze the right throats. Gold must drip here and run dry there. Words can't be wielded callously lest the wrong people end up bleeding before their time. It's not out of care that he concerns himself with such trivialities. He just happens to be a great admirer of perfect synchronicity between thought, time, and action. It's the ideal condition for setting things in motion.]

So what exactly is the nature of this dilemma of yours? Don't dally. Time slips through our fingers as swiftly as golden dragons pour from the hands of any "honorable" knight at a brothel. Make your choice. Do you prefer your knowledge glistening on the page or sung on the stage? The difference matters little to me.

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So Baelish, Is pimping easy?

[willas_tyrell]

Tell me, Lord Baelish, do you make it a point to be this singularly unpleasant to everyone? He or she is attempting to be your mundane. I would think you would be a little more pleased to be out of the headspace and doing things.

some would call it rather hard work c:

[pimping]

My own pleasures are of little concern. The child's desires, however, are as murky as a puddle and twice as shallow. I seek to learn how to move men both great and small for as long as coin presses into my palm. Still, offering a young girl succor accomplishes little next to nothing in this particular instance. My hours are better spent elsewhere.

So to recap: Pimping Ain't Easy. =D

[willas_tyrell]

I suppose that's fair enough, in it's own twisted way. Still one would think that there's a bit to be gained by niceties. People move more easily for coin if they like from where it flows.

... good gods, I'm offering you advice, aren't I?

basically.

[pimping]

There's also something to be said for encouraging a desire to impress.

[Heaven knows that's part of the reason behind his swift ascent. "Fuck" them all into liking you and you'll soon be treated just like family: with contempt and distrust hidden behind a thin sheen of negligible graciousness. Of course you don't learn how to do it right without facing a few hurdles to drum the lesson into your head.]

If the girl is to be any acquaintance of mine, I'm doing her a kindness.

[willas_tyrell]

You'll get no argument on the desire to impress. I'm just making an argument for a little more tact in this.

[pimping]

All honey does is help poison past the tongue.

[He knows tact quite well. It's a weapon best used when dealing with the slow of mind and the quick of sword.]

[willas_tyrell]

And in your line of work, playing the 'game of thrones' and all that nonsense, you must go through oceans of the stuff.

[pimping]

Whole honeycombs. Quite a feat not to get stung once in a while.

[willas_tyrell]

It is impressive, I admit. Although not exactly a standard I would aspire to. Unlike you or the others of King's Landing, I've not taste for this contest. I'm content with my books, hawks, and horses.

[It is probably a good thing for those in King's Landing. Willas is loved by his family's subjects, heir to the Highgarden, and widely regarded as something of a genius and competent leader in his own right.]

[pimping]

There's much to be said about holding a good book, feeling its spine beneath your fingers, and hearing the voices of those long gone.

[It makes for far better company than those who fancy themselves to be of a higher station, blathering endlessly about their lusts, and reeking of unfulfilled ambition. He shares the same stink but it's morphed into a sweet musk by now, drawing in those foolish enough to mistake vinegar for summer wine.]

Animals are far too commonplace to draw any fondness.

[We're all beasts in the end.]

[willas_tyrell]

Indeed there is.

[After his leg was crippled, reading became most of what Willas does on a day to day basis.]

So is gold, and yet many are completely enthralled by it.

[pimping]

[With a slight smile and a twinkle in his eye that betrayed a hint of amusement, he offers a shrug.]

Gold doesn't need to eat or shit.

[willas_tyrell]

[He chuckles, nodding his agreement]

Alright, fair enough. Nonetheless, I enjoy my horses and hawks. Shit and all. And I'm sure you would too, should you see my latest project. A cross between Dothraki warhorses and Northern drafts, none other in the world like them, nor equal to them.

[pimping]

[Interesting. He's never been opposed to putting the king's money to work.]

Do you intend to take them to market?

[willas_tyrell]

I might be so inclined. I've only three old enough at the moment, and they're for stock and my personal use. However, two more foals should be ready in say ... two months.

[pimping]

Then perhaps a deal could be brokered in so much time. Send a raven as it pleases you, my lord.

[willas_tyrell]

I'm sure one could be.

[Although there is an slight annoyance at the idea of his greatest work as a breeder becoming the personal steed of 'King' Joffrey. However, that is well hidden.]

I'll be sure to send one.

[pimping]

Better yet, send two. The king's grown rather fond of his crossbow.

[willas_tyrell]

He's taken to shooting ravens now, has he?

[pimping]

The birds have a habit of repeating things they hear.

[Much like Sansa. A dove and a raven are essentially the same once an arrow's pierced its breast.]

[willas_tyrell]

Well they are clever creatures.

[As clever as the king is violent and stupid.]

[Although on the topic of Sansa, he wouldn't mind learning something, especially since Grandmother seems fixed to marry Willas to her.]

[pimping]

Stupidity and cleverness go hand in hand if you fail to wield the latter properly. I've seen scholars burn in wildfire.

[willas_tyrell]

Yes, cleverness has a tendency to breed hubris. That overconfidence can bring down anyone, no matter how brilliant they are.

[pimping]

It's why the fools feign ignorance even as they sing treason.

[He doesn't wear the mockingbird for nothing.]

[willas_tyrell]

[Willas quirks an eyebrow]

I suppose whether or not they are fools depends on their plans.