Pale eyebrows arch at the fumbling, amused. Sure, buddy.

"Sounds like your only remaining expertise," since he got the hand chopped off, rip, "is finding yourself in improbably awful situations. Not exactly the worst motivation to keep such a sensible woman close."

What else does he have for entertainment around here? Might as well torture this guy about his lady knight. Caraxes huffs smoke, and it sounds like laughter.

"Freed from your vows and the Red Keep, can't be all that bad. And now you're here to make a wish. Perhaps your luck will turn, Ser Jaime."