[ Abomination. It's rich, coming from a kinslayer -- even I, my lord, have never stooped so low. He wants to laugh again, to snarl; feels that familiar temper build in his chest. Jaime's never liked the boy, Robert's child that he's become, but he's at least not this one.

He's twice the bloody noble for it, you daft, haggard fool.

Riverrun spent him long nights learning patience. If he can keep his calm with the Blackfish, he can speak evenly now to lesser men. ]

You'll have more luck digging a well in Dorne, but if it amuses you, have to. Of course, it was not a fall that killed Lord Renly either, to hear tell.