— You already drank yourself across the Narrow Sea.
— In a box. Why stop now?
— Because we are talking about the future of our country.
— The future is shit.
— Just like the past.
— It is flattering, really... you feeling such dread at the prospect of me getting what I want.
— Thwarting you has never been my primary ambition, I promise you. Although who doesn't like to see their friends fail now and then?
— Is that all it takes to make our friend lose interest in poor Sansa Stark?
— He hasn't spoken to her since the last time, as far as I know. But I don't think he's lost interest.
