[ for a moment, he is silent, as if contemplating things in his mind, connecting the dots to one another as best as he may. ]

You speak true enough on that matter. The way the tales tell it, you and your Imp of a husband gleefully murdered mine alleged nephew. [ a grimace ] Yet I have learned well enough not to trust all that I hear. [ another shrewd look. ]

Tell me then, how did the abomination meet his fate?

[ there were many and more questions he intended to ask, but he would rather hear her tale of the event.

it might help determine how much of a Lannister she truly was. ]