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[slayedaking]

You have taken leave of your senses. Sadly, it is not honorable to kill a madwoman, and for that alone you win a reprieve.

Were three necessary? Was Joscelin nece- [He cuts himself off with a grimace, exhaling through his nose.]

I am not your puppet. Next time, leave me out. I do not know this Mavros, nor do I care to when you're looking like that. [And by that, he means the mun's trollface. Oh yeah.]

Think long and hard before you send me to trifle with this goddess, as well.

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[cassielschoice]

The more you protest, the more pleasure they take in bending you to their will.

[burnsobright]

Perhaps now you will learn to worry more...

[slayedaking]

So it's your advice that I simply take it like some helpless maid? No.

[HE IS HIGHLY UNCOMFORTABLE BEING AROUND YOU especially after being confronted, but he's just trying not to show it while he searches for exits.]

[cassielschoice]

I wasn't giving advice, I was stating a fact. Your very discomfort with the fact that we had such an encounter is what makes them gleeful at the thought of making us have more.

[slayedaking]

Yes, yes. You told me so. There, now I've said it for you.

[slayedaking]

Begone. The sight of your girlish face disgusts me.

[He gets nasty when he feels cornered.]

[cassielschoice]

I wouldn't say that again if I were you.

[But he's going, he's going.]

[burnsobright]

Don't blame me for the foolishness of your mun, Ser.

[slayedaking]

Do not threaten me, hairless monk. I'm not likely to take it well.

[Fear is basically the one emotion Jaime's not accustomed to. At least in Westeros, whatever situation he gets himself into, other people he knows have been in it before and he has some idea how to handle himself. He never knew anyone who went through this.]

[slayedaking]

No? Then I shall be sure to blame you for your own foolishness alone.

[cassielschoice]

That wasn't a threat, it was a statement of fact. If I were you, I wouldn't say that to begin with, because it's rude and I have more manners than a trained ape.

[burnsobright]

The only fool I see is the one standing before me.

[slayedaking]

[Jaime just spits on the ground at his own feet and turns to walk away.]

[cassielschoice]

[Joscelin would challenge him for that, but it's not worth it. He'll just leave instead.]

[slayedaking]

[His desire to hit her is strong, but that's mostly because he just wants to hit something, anything really.] I'm not the one who behaved like a child, throwing iced water on my brother in his bed.

[burnsobright]

Says the one who came pounding and yelling at the door at that horrible hour in the morning.

[slayedaking]

You wouldn't have let me in otherwise. That was all you had to do, you could have waited for morning to berate me.

[burnsobright]

And you could have waited until morn to seek entry.

[slayedaking]

[He's silent a moment. Technically, he has no response for that, although he still doesn't think it justifies the ice water so it doesn't mean she's won. He considers telling her the truth, for once, but he suspects she won't take it well this time, so he sneers.]

And let you miss me longer, who was apparently so concerned for my safety? Surely you don't think me so cruel.

[He's going to regret that later, and it's a huge bluff, but the tone implies she'd be fine without him and maybe he should just leave her.]

[burnsobright]

Yes, and clearly that concern was misplaced. Three was it, brother? I do believe that is what I heard.

[Jealousy? What jealousy. )<]

[regretzio]

[he already has one that applies]

[strum]

♪Fair Cersei, she
Could not sate her appetite for lovers
But I suspect she would be fine
With two or three more brothers ♪

[slayedaking]

...

I will cut your throat where you stand.

[slayedaking]

Yes. And none of them worth the seed that spawned them. None of them you.

[burnsobright]

[Pot calling the kettle black, but not going to bring up her own encounter.]

I should hope not, lest you've taken leave of your senses.

[burnsobright]

We shall see how well it is you sing, when you have not a tongue.